This all came out of a conversation I had with my husband the other night. I mentioned to him how one of my old favorites, Redeeming Love, which I read years ago and have recommended to many readers, has been pelted with criticism. The fire has come from both sides, Christian and non-Christian alike. When I first heard of this, I was indignant. “What fault could one possibly find in Francine Rivers’ classic which practically was the catalyst for an entirely different *and better* style of Christian fiction?”
Once our young hero was introduced, the beckon from the back seat quickly became, “Tell us another Rupert story!”
And, slowly, I’m finding comfort in where I am, a reassurance that happiness can be found amidst the struggles you never intended to have, and hope is just the pleasant companion of waiting.
To read a book that is written in a genre you dislike is like ordering mushroom pizza, eating it, and then griping about how much you hated it because it had mushrooms. Seriously, if you don’t like mushrooms you’re not going to like mushroom pizza, so don’t order it in the first place.
Whether you’re a fan of The River Series or not, you’ll enjoy reading about radio maverick, Ben Hunter, who did things on the air that had never been done- and would’ve got fired for it had it not been for women like Elizabeth Taylor and Judy Garland.