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240 pages, Unknown Binding
First published February 8, 2014
How could I spend hours praying and not sense one glimmer of [God]? Last Tuesday, I decided it must be a test. God couldn't really leave me; it was a test of faith. I knelt here for hours, Holly, not getting up for a sip of water, praying until my tongue got gummy and stuck to the teeth. Praying while the carpet chewed my knees raw, then offering the pain up as a sign of devotion. Tim was just worried about me, but when he wouldn't leave me alone, I threatened to push him down the stairs.
"Jane, give me the knife if you're not going to be careful."
"I'm being careful! You yell at me to come do this, then you hover over me like I'm six. Let me do it."
Mom reaches for the knife. "Jane, let me--" I jerk back. The blade skates across the edge of her palm, and Mom's yelp silences the chatter in my head. Clutching her hand--blood runs and smears--Mom glares at me like she hates me.
~Thank you Flux for sending me this copy!~
“….Banned in all those Islamic countries ‘cause women kept ripping off their Burkas and going wild and shit.”
Many people incorrectly believe that Spiritualism is Hoodoo but the two are not the same. There are many Hoodoos who are devout Spiritualist Christians.