Karen Kingsbury is a celebrated author of dozens of Christian novels and this particular book has a personal connection. Kingsbury has generously offered to help raise money for various charities through her Forever In Fiction program. Last year, at our Catholic School silent auction, many, many friends of my dear friend Roberta Johnson, contributed to raise enough money to win Roberta a place in Karen Kingsbury's next novel. Leaving is that book and while Roberta left this world to live with her Heavenly Father last November, she will live forever in our hearts and now, forever in fiction.
This is the third book I've read by Karen Kingsbury. The first was a collection of true adoption stories, and the second was On A Given Sunday. While I enjoyed both books, Kingsbury's novels aren't the type of books of read on a regular basis. I call them "easy reading" books. That said, I know that Kingsbury has lots of fans, many of my friends among them.
Leaving is the first in a new series about a young woman leaving home to find career and (she hopes) love. I found the characters to be a bit trite, and the story unrealistic. Kingsbury glosses over real life, but that's probably what people like about her books. They want a world that's better than the one we're actually in. As it's part of a series, the book doesn't really have much of an ending. Unfortunately, I'm not interested enough in the story or the characters to want to read more.
The best part of the book was, for me, Roberta. Kingsbury obviously didn't know Roberta well, but there were definitely glimpses of the real Roberta in the character of the next door neighbor. I kept thinking as I read, that I would have written it a bit differently. Of course, I actually knew Roberta, so I definitely have an advantage there. Here's what I would have written for the "Roberta Johnson visit":
She opened the door to find Roberta Johnson, her next door neighbor. The woman was holding a plate of brownies. “Roberta!” The laughter in the background was louder than before. “Come in. If we can hear ourselves above the uproar.”
“Actually, it makes me feel right at home. Loud comes with big families.” Roberta grinned. She handed Jenny the brownies and adjusted the kerchief around the wisps of reddish hair that had started to grow back. “It has been so great to be back home, Jenny – and everyone has been so thoughtful with all the meals and goodies. Unfortunately, we seem to like the goodies too much! Bill thinks we need to cut back on the sweets, so I thought your kids would appreciate the brownies.” With six months straight in the hospital battling leukemia, Roberta had been through quite an ordeal. “You know they will,” Jenny said as they sat down at the kitchen table.
“I’ve another reason for coming today,” Roberta told her. “The kids have been telling me all about Bailey’s new job on Broadway.” Jenny handed Roberta a glass of water and grabbed one for herself. “Yes,” she said, trying to put on a brave face, “she leaves in two weeks.” At those last words, she suddenly lost composure and Jenny’s eyes started welling with tears.
“Oh sweetie!” Roberta set down her glass and put her arms around Jenny. “We spend twenty years preparing them this moment, and when it comes, we’re not sure we’re ready for it ourselves.” Jenny nodded, grabbing a tissue. “Let me tell you something, Jenny. When Jeremiah left home, I felt the same way, but you know what? I found that our relationship changed, and in a good way. It’s not the same, no. But, it’s all good because it’s God’s plan. You’ll see – you’ll miss her and you’ll cry, but the world won’t fall apart. And in the end, you’ll find out that your relationship with Bailey will have matured and changed in a good way, too.”
“Oh, I hope so. I just barely got through the possibility of Bailey moving to Los Angeles, and now New York! What if she’s not ready?” Roberta squeezed her hands gently and smiled. “Do you remember when we were shopping for dresses with Julia?” Jenny nodded. “She passed up dress after dress telling us that the neckline was too low or the slit in the leg was too high.” “She sounded just like you, Roberta,” Jenny laughed. “Exactly!” Roberta exclaimed, “And Bailey is the same way. She chose not to live in Los Angeles because of the values she got from you. We’ve always said a girl needs her mother. Bailey will carry you with her everywhere she goes. Your words and your values emanate from her. You’ve done a great job raising her, Jenny.”
“Thank you for that. And you’re right,” Jenny said giving her friend a big hug, “She’s ready!” Roberta pushed back her chair and grabbed her purse. “In the meantime, I’m right next door if you need a sympathetic ear and a cup of coffee!” “Don’t forget the chocolate!” Jenny added. “Of course not, that’s what friends are for!” Roberta said as she hugged her friend goodbye. Jenny smiled as she watched Roberta make her way down the sidewalk to her own busy house. Friends like Roberta are certainly a sign that God loves us, she thought.