This book is a grotesque misinterpretation of femininity. It reinforces paradigms ages old that a woman’s place is upon a pedestal, and that beauty – whether in her canoeing skills or her ball gown – is her essence. It negates the need to dabble on the hearts of wild, wilful, untameable women, simply decreeing that if you’re of that ilk, you’re broken, desolate and lost.
Seduction, within a “Christian” sense, plagues this book; Women are to be pretty and needy and petty in the making to make them alluring, and being alluring, or captivating, is the key! It is your duty to make your man feel like a real man, (apparently this means not letting him lounge about the bed naked and half covered by a sheet), otherwise you have failed. There is no place in this picture for a woman that does things on her own, but then, this book is not targeted at strong women. This book is targeted at lost women within the church searching for a sense of self, herein it becomes its own failure.
What Stasi Eldredge sees as herself, whether as a woman or a creation of God, is not the essence that makes every other woman whom she is in her heart. I am not romantic, I do not like being romanced, and I prefer Stevenson to Austen and Tarantino to Cameron, but that doesn’t make me less of a woman. I didn’t want to be beautiful when I grew up, I wanted to be wise and knowledgeable; and I have memories of dressing up as a cowboy or Darth Vader, even vaguely as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, but never a bride or a princess. Personally, I feel the greatest misunderstanding in this book is that there is such a severe distinction between the sexes, because honestly, there isn’t.
Ultimately, Captivating, is a narrow, inconsiderate mess of modern Christian ideology. Maybe it can be seen as inspiring to women searching for their identity, but finding an identity in someone else leaves them no healthier than being lost. God won’t love you any less if your heart is fierce; God knows some of us need a fierce heart, and who’s to say that isn’t alluring?