I’m so glad someone has written a book about this. It feels like the start of a conversation that Lucy has kicked off and I think others will join in with. The book is full of really thought provoking reflections but creates a lot of space for readers to form their own conclusions (and holds space for people who haven’t really come to much of a conclusion). I sort of hope this is the start of connection between those of us who had this shared experience but also sort of feel like its a written chapter and would be ok to stay part of our memories- as Lucy says, sometimes she wonders if it was all just in her imagination.
It was a really meaningful experience the read the book, not least that I read it the same weekend i happened to be visiting Shepton Mallet and as Lucy describes there can be so much tied to a place.
The use of music and lyrics throughout the book- this was just so so so spot on, it’s so hard to explain but it’s like those lyrics wrote the storyline for the first 2 decades of my life and i resonated so much with the author’s allusion to how, going through your 30s, the lyrics stop writing the story for you and you work out what it means to write your own song.
I feel really vindicated having read the book- I’ve had the same kind of feelings as described in it of- was that really my life- and I think am left in a similar faith space to the author although I didn’t think Lucy gave that much away about her own position. Having been a victim of the evangelical homophobia which was shown without any shame or doubt in the 00s, it felt hopeful to read a book that gently undermines so much of the engine that fuelled the disdain towards me.
I hope others enjoy this book too, it will 100% appeal to anyone who spent every summer on the showground in their teens and early twenties (and those of us our whole childhoods too at New Wine, Spring Harvest etc). I hope maybe some evangelical leaders will read it too and it will help them think a bit more…