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246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 23, 2018


“I pictured Heaven as a field where I would wake one day, warm in the tall grass, and see a man seated at a distance. He would have his back to me and he would be looking out at the landscape. I would come awake slowly, into perfect happiness, and, when I was ready, I would stand up and go to him. I would spend the rest of forever in that summer country.”
“Love is a cage two people build around themselves. ”
“I’m all twisted around inside.”
“You don’t work out,” I recited, “you level up.”











*Spoiler*
A heart-wrenching story.
Something tells me this story was extremely personal for this author. I wasn't aware of the plot prior to reading and so knowing very little, I plunged right into the midst of this character-driven narrative about Caleb and Michael. Quite frankly, after reading a few pages, I knew it would be an emotional gut-wrenching ride.
Caleb is a reclusive 31 yr old bestselling author who withdrew abruptly from the public and Michael, 26, is a part-time blogger/writer/entrepreneur who was commisioned to write a profile on Caleb.
The few moments of hilarity occurred during their initial meetings. Michael was too adorable and clueless as to why he was constantly flustered around Caleb.
So we meet Caleb who, in the last 2 years, has been in a constant state of melancholy mixed with profound regret. His wife left him and got full custody of their son. He's isolated, without friends. A situation that feels like sufficient penance, except, his self-loathing manifests in more harmful ways. In spite of that, he professes a deep Christian faith, a belief that is at once dissonant yet is the very core of this story.
The strength of this book is in the progression of their relationship, which makes it unfathomable how something so beautiful could have such catastrophic consequences.
I did not put this book down and once finished I promptly put on my running shoes. It was either that or proceed to break something.
Buy this book.





Cal lived in his silver cage, though his heart had outgrown it years ago.(...)

She deserved to know that I loved what had only ever been a chore to her.
“I think about you constantly. I wake up thinking about you. I fall asleep thinking about you. I’m always wondering what’s on your mind. I wish I could constantly hear your impressions. I think about what sort of gifts you would like, or places we could travel together. Even after we’ve been in bed ... (...)
Every song I hear seems to be about you. My hand doesn’t want to draw anything else. If I pick up an instrument, it’s you I’m playing for. When I’m working out, I’m thinking about the way you look at my body, how much I like it. I think about you more than I think about God now. So what else would I write about?”
The problem with second-guessing yourself is that you usually do it too late.



I wasn’t the right person for gentleness and goodness. I hated myself too much to begin to know how to be good to someone else.
Cal was older than I was, more successful, ridiculously educated, and part of a world of privilege I had only read about in books—and he seemed to be hurting, hiding something. Of course I was fixated on him. Show me the journalist who wouldn’t be.
I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to be free. I wanted to change the way he saw himself and the world.



“I was giving myself permission to reopen the door to Michael Beck, because I didn’t have anything else in left in my life.”
“I do believe I deserve it,” I admitted. “That doesn’t make it any easier.”
“I got down on my knees very deliberately. I wanted him to know that I wanted this, and that I wasn’t acting on a whim.”













“I wasn’t the right person for gentleness and goodness. I hated myself too much to begin to know how to be good to someone else.”
“Cal lived in his silver cage, though his heart had outgrown it years ago.”
“I wanted him to be free. I wanted to change the way he saw himself and the world.”
“If my faith broke apart somehow, so would I.”
“Despair is as deadly as cancer. It eats at the spirit, which generates our will to live.”






“What was inside of me could not be destroyed.”
“I also, very non-ironically, need to thank the people who made me feel as dark and isolated as Cal often feels in The Silver Cage. I could not have written this book without your influence. You taught me how devastating hate can be, and you taught me almost everything I know about forgiveness.”
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“Cal lived in his silver cage, though his heart had outgrown it years ago.”
