If you have ever wanted to truly deepen your relationship with Christ but don’t know how to start, then I recommended reading the Young Apostles. Each character beautifully written and represented. Based off of true stories found in the Bible to help us all feel the emotions that these people felt so long ago. You will laugh real laughs, have great anticipation for the apostles to continue forth in their journey, and cry real tears as you experience the heartbreak for their stories. I could not recommend this series enough.
The story of Young Apostles Volume 1 was touching and is clearly just the beginning of something great. Rarely have I been so eager to get my hands on a sequel.
The art was beautiful. I really enjoy this particular art style. While I was initially expecting a graphic novel (not sure why I thought that), this format ended up being much better, in my opinion, with the perfect text to image ratio.
The characters were the highlight. Oh my gosh/chef’s kiss/no words. My people who have read books with multiple POVs—we know there’s always THAT ONE CHARACTER whose perspective, at worst, annoys the heck out of you, or at best, makes you sigh and get through it so you can get back to your favorites. That was never the case in this entire book. Each new character intrigued me and I was dying to get to know them all. I still can’t decide who my favorite character or my favorite storyline was.
I myself am a lover of romance as a subplot so I enjoyed the multiple beginnings of love stories. Especially that certain someone being an absolute-disaster-in-love in Chapter 35. That was the most weirdly chaotic but wonderfully sweet flirting…I adore that particular character so much. Also, chapter 39?? Half-conscious Character A softly threatening revenge on Character B who’s actively saving Character A’s life after accidentally putting them in danger in the first place? I’m getting enemies-to-lovers with angst and I am HERE FOR IT.
I thought that the slavery aspects were well done. It was a prominent theme in this book, recurring in multiple storylines. Slavery looked very different between people in that tragic situation, and I appreciated how several of those unique difficulties were represented. From the complicated relationship between a slave and her mistress who are friends (albeit with an unfair power dynamic), to the unregulated physical abuse, to the separation of loved ones, to the fact that children could be sold by family members trying to save themselves from poverty—forcing the child to be their sacrificial lamb…ugh, it hurt.
For the non-Christians: Being a Christian myself, I guess I don’t entirely have the right to say that non-Christians can enjoy this too, but honestly…as character driven this is, I genuinely think that this book can not only be ENJOYED by people of all faiths…this is something y’all can get OBSESSED with. This is the kind of media that can assemble a fandom. It’s fun, y’all. It’s also angsty and heartfelt and painful in all the right ways. If you are into character-driven stories, this book is for you.
For the Christians: I love that while Jesus was not introduced until the very end, you felt the love of God in every loving action of the characters and the little bits of foreshadowing of what was to come. I also liked that one character struggled with…. well, honestly being kind of a jerk, while still consistently having his quiet time with God. He frequently went to God through prayer whenever he was stressed. Yes, this character was kind of mean but he was aware of this and working through it. And this was incredibly refreshing. In Christian fiction, the pious Christian character is usually the kind one who has it all together. In non-Christian fiction, the pious Christian character is usually corrupt with self-righteous judgement or some secret sin. I’m so tired of both. I think this reflects how some Christians idolize their leaders and pretend they are flawless, and also reflects how Church-hurt non-believers demonize an entire institution because of some wicked people within it. People are people, not angels or villains. There’s something amusing and satisfying here in this book with its self-aware fiery thunderstorm character openly admitting that his best friend is God because He’s the only one who likes him. Real faith is messy. Everyone has doubts and wrestles with things, and anyone who pretends otherwise is kidding themselves, because hey, we’re human.
Young Apostles was wonderfully human. A wonderfully human way of expounding on the lives of those who walked with Jesus. It makes them feel real and reminds you that they aren’t just names on a page, but people who lived and breathed and had hopes and dreams and fears and lives before being called. If you can’t already tell by this chaotic review, I utterly adored this book. It touched me in a way I can’t describe, and I 100% recommend to everyone.