Finding Reason - a review from Curt Harvey
Let me preface by stating that I am not a big fan of organized religion. I do believe that God exists, but not in the form that has been hammered into the heads of the spiritually needy by the self proclaimed representatives of God. I don't tithe, and I rarely pray because my God gave me free will and expects me to take care of myself in this life.
I was loaned this book by a dear and special friend of whose beliefs I know nothing. This fact is worthy of mention because I had no idea why the book came with such laudatory praise. There was mention of fiction versus non-fiction and a reference to God, but I held up a hand to indicate that any more information would be too much. I'm one of those people who doesn't even read the back of book to see what it's about, relying on author reputation and referrals from friends to develop my reading list.
The story held, no gripped, my attention from the very beginning. I wasn't far into the book and I already felt like I knew Bryce (the character). Being a software developer myself, I guess the instant affinity was inevitable, but that's a topic for another day. As I read the very short chapters I could sense that the groundwork was being laid for something, but I had no idea what it was.
As it turned out, the short chapters lent themselves quite well to the method whereby the main character, John, took over the story. John's lessons to Bryce are reminiscent of another book that we've all heard of, but collectively know little about.
The growth of the relationship between John and Bryce unfolds as naturally as it might for two best friends. The desire to trust, the healthy skepticism, even the incredulity of some startling truths, they are all there.
Near the end of the book I became aware that I could go no further unless I was prepared to finish the tale. It was late, so I reluctantly put the book aside and tried to sleep. It came, but not as quickly as I would have liked.
The next morning was Sunday and I picked up the book after taking care of everything that could distract me, prepared to go the distance. In what seemed like just a few minutes I was at the end and in those few minutes I felt as if something had changed in me. The person who loaned me the book was now closer, as I had more than once been crying vicariously through her eyes. I had a new appreciation for the God that I feel we share, but view through different eyes and with a different heart. I wept. Not tears falling onto your shirt crying, but deep, racking sobs of the most heartfelt grief that I have ever had imparted upon my heart by a book. They changed to tears of joy as I read the epilogue.
There's nothing more I can say about this tale without giving it away.