on Nov. 18, 2015 :
Valerie is blessed or cursed with the ability to categorize people quickly by their fictional counterparts. It’s a skill she uses to great effect in the classroom teaching English, or even teaching Scripture to the youth group at church. But now Valerie can’t even see herself as real. She simply plays a part, many parts, to fit everyone else’s image of who she should be.
Unsure of herself, her faith, or her worth, Valerie’s only anchor is a vow to at least try to be herself. If this involves risk, well, she’s just at the beginning of her journey. First there’s the handsome biker, then the bar, then the gradual slide that could be away from something but might be toward it. Then there are chances and choices to be made, dreams to be undone, and friends to be betrayed. But, through it all, there’s a vow and the promise that maybe God didn’t give up on her when she gave up on God.
Faith is a very lowkey, genuine and honest affair in this novel, beset with human doubt, occasionally determined, sometimes betrayed, but never intrusive or untrue. Valerie won’t enjoy any amazing revelations, and neither will the unchurched biker. But the reader will find a curious touch of hope in romance that’s as real and and broken as faith, and love that’s stronger then both. I really enjoyed this novel, and the ending left me breathless, surprised and delighted.
Disclosure: I found it when it was free and I offer my honest review.
(reviewed 9 months after purchase)