Fear Not, by April Joy Spring
[Note: This book was provided free of charge by BookLook/WestBow Press. All thoughts and opinions are my own.]
There are times  where I have read a book, or in this case attempted to read a book, with wildly different expectations of the book than managed to be the case. At times, a book can manage to be enjoyable despite having been a very different book than was expected. At times, though, this expectation game proves to be too much for a book to overcome. Such was the case with this book, which was no joy to read whatsoever. Based on the genre that the hapless author had put, I expected this to be a book dealing with matters of Christian Living. What I found instead was that this book was a novel of about 1200 pages that dealt with the goings on of an extremely boring and uninteresting family led by a widowed single mother who was having teenage drama problems with one of her children, an office romance of sorts with a handsome doctor, someone apparently trying to spy on them, and some odd after-death hovering around by the dead man himself at the center of this dull novel.
It was really the sheer tedium of this novel that proved to be too much to overcome. When your novel is as long as War & Peace, it had better be a compelling read. War & Peace itself ends with a terrible essay on free will versus determinism, but at least before that horrible ending it is a compelling and complicated novel. This book is not. War & Peace had hundreds of characters, most of them among Russia’s elites, and featured compelling drama in battle and on the home front, and dealt with love and family and political issues and featured a surprisingly adroit revisionist view of Napoleon’s military genius. On the other hand, this novel features extremely boring and tedious interactions that I simply could not bring myself to compare about. I was irritated by the framing of the story and found the family at the center of this book’s domestic drama immensely unappealing. The author dealt with questions of divine providence in a clumsy and heavy handed way and the plot dragged on for way too long. I would rather give myself dental surgery without anesthesia than return to this novel to read, and no novel is worth that sort of sacrifice of my own time and energy and limited reserves of goodwill.
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