I love Christmas stories that are well done, but am always looking for new ones, too. I chose this to read since I knew it was published relatively recently. What I didn’t know is this is something like 18th in a series of Baxter Family stories. The minor disadvantage is not having followed them throughout the prior books, who got married, who had children, reading about those children growing up and maybe having children or dating dilemmas. It was easy enough to follow.
I should have read some reviews, but not knowing of anyone who had read this, or at least not knowing them well enough to have an idea of their tastes vs my own, I skipped that process. My bad.
I understand that Christmas is a Christian holiday, although most of our celebratory machinations have nothing whatsoever to do with religion in any way, shape or form. I have spent a good deal of my life in church, voluntarily, so I have no objection to the discussion of religion, the mention of faith in any deity, or prayer. I can’t say I object to anything in this book, but if you’re going to spend as much time as is spent “preaching” to a reader, I think it should be categorized / labeled / disclosed as a “Christian” book rather than just a Christmas book. I’ve read enough Richard Paul Evans books to know his will have a religious slant to them, but his slant is gentler.
Beyond that, the story – to me – was a little too tied up all in a nice neat pretty package with the perfect bow. More than a little too unrealistically put together. Was it sweet? Of course, but not naturally so.
I’m happy for those who read this and loved it. Honestly. There certainly should be books for those people who need a strong dose of faith in their Christmas stories.
I can’t completely dismiss this story as a terrible story, it just wasn’t above a 3 star for me. I did not take any stars away for blindsiding me with an overdose of religious zeal.
For me, the story was uninspiring, unexceptional … just meh.