This book has all the elements of a good story: plot with suspense, redemption message, love interest... but it just. falls. short. As in, it completely misses the mark. In every way.
Michael is fresh out of prison and trying to deal with parole officer visits, random drug tests, getting pulled over for no reason (just cuz the author says so?) and trying NOT to get sucked back into his old life of dealing meth by old contacts following him. He's a rich boy with a racy red car, motorcycle, Bluetooth... but he's also wanting to make his life meaningful by helping with a church group. And he wants to stay clean.
My first problem is the church youth group. It's about connection, community, giving to others, learning respect - BUT NO MENTION OF FAITH for the kids. Because CGM church, apparently? For an 'inspirational' novel, they're more worried about the kids' behaviors than their faith. That's a problem for me. A really, really big one. Faith is what matters THE most, hello.
Second, there is NO WAY any pastor would let a small, young, timid woman be in charge of a low-income neighborhood program by herself, with no escort from the building after hours, etc. It's just common sense, but she's given free rein, and she CANNOT handle it. BAD writing, bad premise. I can't even figure out this author. She should know better.
Worse, Maggie is the full time youth minister... but because they're in school, she reads novels at the church all day, until there's an event. Must be nice to get paid for nothing, like that...?
Third, the book talks in circles. Reformation, realization, hard reality, shaky pasts, moving forward, reformation, realization, etc. Around and around and AROUND the same things, but there's no rhyme or reason to WHY the author is doing it. It's like she's just filling pages with the same thing, over and over and over.
Which is unnecessary, because there is NO SHORTAGE of hard-hitting topics, here. Abandoned by father, alcoholic mother, college rape, rejection, drug use, prison, rehabilitation, stalking, bribery, the DEA and a possibility of working as an informant, kids ministry, redemption... Honey, PICK A TOPIC and write about it, for the love of Mike. There's just too much, and with too little attention given to any one bit of it with too little description and/or fleshing out of the story. It's a HOT mess.
The writing sucks, too. For example, we start out 'cleaning' a trailer for Michael to move into. Maggie dusts a ceiling fan, lets the dust fall to the floor "to be cleaned up later", and two sentences later is packing up and calling it done for the day because going out with her bestie who's bored/hungry. With Michael on the way, and the dirt/dust all over the floor. What the farts?! What about cleaning, doing a good work? Nope. The author just whisks her out the door for no apparent reason. It makes no sense.
Or how about when they go to Michael's homecoming party, and there's this HUGE thing about NOT getting drinks at a bar, and going to the kitchen for sodas, because Michael's past with drinking and Maggies' mostly unspoken (!?) past with drinking... but the moment Noah shows up, Michael shoves Maggie at the bar, to go get a drink?! WH....?!!?!?!?!? NO!
Maggie goes home Saturday night to find Grandma making a wedding quilt - staying late up into the night working on it for her. Sunday after church? Michael's bringing rolls to the table that Grandma made Saturday night. ?! I thought she was quilting, just a page ago.
Same vein, on pg 115, it's torrential rain, thunder, pouring, leaking roof, loud and blowing... and I kid you not, FOUR PARAGRAPHS later? "Sunshine, golden and warm, poured through the window. No more rain." Homigosh, MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!!! BaD, bAD, BAD, *BAD* writing!!
Then his Narcotics Anonymous sponsor's number is disconnected... ?!?!?!?!?! Written so that he'll call Maggie, instead. BAD writing. C'mon...! And out of the blue, "where'd you get that scar on your stomach?" (((?!?!?!))) "A scar," the author writes, "that is evidence of a life lived outside of church". So... if you don't go to church, you get scars. SERIOUSLY!?!!!?
How about page 144:
Him: How about dinner?
Her: Sorry, I have things to do.
((Phone call for him))
Him: I forgot. I have a dinner engagement. I gotta go.
Her: [She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up about dinner.]
WHEN DID SHE DO THAT?! She'd said NO, hello!!!!
BAD, Bad, hideous writing. I'm pretty sure my twelve year old could do a better job.
At that point? I was *DONE*. DNF @146 pages.
It's not WORTH it.