I don’t much care for Wm. Paul Young’s writing style. It’s not great. However, the story he tells in The Shack is well worth reading. A friend handed me this book about 8 hours ago and I devoured it whole. This is one of those books the world needs to read.
It tells the story of a grieving father’s encounter with God. I will say no more. Go read it and then we can talk about it. Here’s one little tiny snippet:
It was nice to read something fictional and narrative after all the non-fiction I’ve been immersed in. Fiction carries as much truth, sometimes more than, fact.
One thing this book made me think about is that often the best stories don’t get read because the people who most need to hear them don’t like the tone or style. Sad.
Other than that, my thoughts and heart are swirling but I don’t want to give anything away. Spoilers just aren’t any fun and I’d hate to deprive anyone of the opportunity to explore the mysteries of this book on their own.