It’s not very often that I read a book, especially one that is recommended to me, and feel this overwhelming need to buy a copy for every person I know (and don’t know, for that matter). But today I did. Usually I read books that most people probably wouldn’t enjoy, so I tend to not trust people’s recommendations as per differing tastes. But today I did.
Jes was given The Shack from a friend in Camrose, and as it came highly recommended to her, she highly recommended it to me. And since I trust Jes to the ends of my fingertips, I went out and bought it — smart move since I should be studying for my finals, mind you.
I just finished it. It was phenomenal… actually, transcending. Actually, there are no words to describe the book…and the way it touched my soul and my lack of faith and every need in me to understand Jesus deeper. So rather than trying to explain its affect on my heart, I urge you, in almost sheer desperation, to go and find The Shack by William P. Young (local Christian bookstore or Chapters or any major outlet, really). Stop reading whatever you’re reading, whether it be textbooks or magazines or romances or self help books or whatever. I am not a crier but this book broke me, and maybe because at the core of the story was a story about me. And about all of you.
It’s not a hard book to read, by grammatical and metaphorical standards, but it’s a definite journey of a book to read. It was hard to read only by the truths it revealed. Wow.
I wish I was exaggerating, but I am not. Go read this book. Now.
And then lets talk about it. I am having a hard time deciding between starting to study or reading it all over again. Thanks Jes.
Here’s the back cover of the book (I stole it from the website, sorry Mr. Young):