Death should be something that brings us to our final resting place, a peaceful place that prepares us for the next step into eternal life away from earth. What, then, happens to our souls, our very beings, should we leave behind unfinished business? What criteria must we first meet before being allowed to go to the afterlife? Must we clean up our mess we made on earth first? Christine certainly deserved to move on into heavenly peace. She had only sinned one little sin. Surely all the good she had done was enough to cover that one almost insignificant mistake. Her reason was more than acceptable, and yet here she was, suspended in an in-between world, neither dead nor truly alive. It was a place that promised to rob her of the very peace she had sought on that fateful day she had sinned. There was only man who could give her peace and send her to that final resting the same man who had caused her to wander aimlessly, searching for the right to rest in peace. That man didn’t even know she existed.
This is an awesome read, and I think it should be made into a movie. It's unique in it's storyline, unexpected, doesn't end up like you think it is going to. It kept me guessing, so I finished it in about a day and a half. Knowing the author had lost his wife not long before it came out added to the nuance (he was a pal of mine on a poetry website).