This is a story of abandonment, betrayal, and death, yet, in the midst of that, how steadfast love can heal even the most broken. I appreciated the growth in the characters, the unfolding of their stories. And I loved the role of the dog!
A seemingly homeless man serves as the voice of wisdom, often giving the reader pause to consider the depth of his counsel. Here is one of his pearls: “Truth didn’t disappear just because you refused to look at it. Better to confront it, acknowledge its presence. Otherwise it was like a bogeyman riding on your back, breathing fear down your neck.”
Throughout the story death stalked in many forms. The author’s reflections about it were troubling to me. On the one hand, a person who died and came back reported seeing great light, a place of beauty and wonder, observed as a conscious soul. On the other hand, we are advised that our loved ones live on as energy dispersed throughout the land (like in the soil, the wind, the water)—definitely not conscious entities at all. (They are still with us? Is that supposed to be comforting?)
Such confusion of ideology wavered on the absurd. I know of people who have died and returned who share similar beautiful visions, indicating that there is an afterlife and a place one may go to. They also indicate that we are accountable to the One who created this universe and the next! While the author openly judged those who avoided being accountable for their dastardly choices in the story, she avoided the possibility of our very real accountability to Someone beyond our own reckoning. It was confusing. I couldn’t quite determine what her standard of goodness was, where it came from, why she embraced certain values.
The one message I got was you gotta love a dog. At least dogs are loyal, trustworthy and loving.
It was a disconcerting message. Thus the 3 star rating.