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To those who matter in 1950s Hollywood, Lena Scott is the hottest rising star to hit the silver screen since Marilyn Monroe. Few know her real name is Abra. Even fewer know the price she’s paid to finally feel like she’s somebody.To Pastor Ezekiel Freeman, Abra will always be the little girl who stole his heart the night he found her, a wailing newborn abandoned under a bridge on the outskirts of Haven. Zeke and his son, JoshuaAbra’s closest friendwatch her grow into an exotic beauty. But Zeke knows the circumstances surrounding her birth have etched scars deep in her heart, scars that leave her vulnerable to a fast-talking charmer who lures her to Tinseltown. Hollywood feels like a million miles from Haven, and naive Abra quickly learns what’s expected of an ambitious girl with stars in her eyes. But fame comes at a devastating price. She has burned every bridge to get exactly what she thought she wanted. Now all she wants is a way back home.In this riveting and highly anticipated tale of temptation, grace, and unconditional love, New York Times bestselling author Francine Rivers delivers big-canvas storytelling at its very best.
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About the Author
Originally a mainstream romance novelist, Francine Rivers became a born-again Christian only after she wrote her bestselling book, Redeeming Love, a novel now considered a classic of Christian fiction. She has published many other Christian fiction books since then, such as The Scarlet Thread, Unveiled, and .
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Bridge to Haven
By Francine Rivers, Kathryn S. Olson
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2014 Francine Rivers
All rights reserved.
Yes, you have been with me from birth; from my mother's womb you have cared for me.
Filling his lungs with cool October air, Pastor Ezekiel Freeman started his morning vigil. He had laid out the route on a map when he first came to town. each building brought people to mind, and he upheld them before the Lord, giving thanks for trials they had come through, praying over trials they now faced, and asking God what part he might play in helping them.
He headed for Thomas Jefferson High School. He passed by Eddie's Diner, the students' favorite hangout place. The lights were on inside. Eddie came to the front door. "Mornin', Zeke. How about a cup of coffee?"
Zeke sat at the counter while Eddie made stacks of hamburger patties. They talked high school football, and who might win a scholarship. Zeke thanked Eddie for the coffee and conversation and headed out into the dark again.
He crossed Main Street and walked down to the railroad tracks toward Hobo Junction. He could see a campfire and approached the men sitting around it, asking if they minded if he joined them. Several had been around town long enough to have met Zeke before. Others were strangers, men who looked tired and worn from crisscrossing the country, picking up odd jobs along the way, living hand to mouth. One young man said he liked the feel of the town and hoped to stay. Zeke told him the lumberyard north of town was looking for a loader. He gave the young man a card with his name and the church's address and phone number. "Stop by anytime. I'd like to hear how you're doing."
* * *
The crickets in the tall grass and the hoot owl in a towering pine fell silent as a car pulled into Riverfront Park, stopping near the restrooms. A young woman got out of the driver's seat. The full moon gave her enough light to see where she was going.
Groaning in pain, she bent and put her hand over her swollen belly. The contractions were coming swiftly now, not even a minute between. She needed shelter, some hidden place to give birth. She stumbled through the darkness to the ladies' room, but the door wouldn't budge. Uttering a strangled sob, she turned away, searching.
Why had she driven so far? Why hadn't she checked into a motel? Now it was too late.
* * *
The town square was next on Zeke's route. He prayed for each of the shopkeepers, the council members who had a meeting in the afternoon at the town hall, and the travelers staying at the Haven Hotel. It was still dark when he walked along Second Street and spotted Leland Dutcher's produce truck turning at the mouth of the alley alongside Gruening's Market. Everyone called him Dutch, including his wife, who was in the hospital, suffering through the last stages of cancer. Zeke had sat with her several times and knew she grieved more about her husband's lack of faith than her approaching death. "I know where I'm going. I'm more worried about where Dutch will end up." The man worked six days a week and saw no need to spend the seventh in church. In truth, he was mad at God and didn't want to give Him the time of day.
The truck's brakes squealed briefly as it stopped. Dutch rolled down his window. "Cold morning to be gadding about the streets, Pastor. Have a girlfriend tucked away somewhere?"
Ignoring the sarcasm, Zeke pushed his cold hands into his pockets. "This is the best time to pray."
"Well, hellfire and hallelujah, don't let me stop you from doing your business." He barked a hard laugh.
Zeke came closer. "I saw Sharon yesterday."
Dutch let out his breath. "Then you know she's not doing too well."
"No. She's not." Unless there was a miracle, she didn't have much time left. She would rest easier if she weren't so worried about her husband, but saying so right now would only make Dutch more belligerent.
"Go ahead, Pastor. Invite me to church."
"You already know the invitation is always open."
Dutch wilted slightly. "She's been after me for years. Right now, all I feel like doing is spitting in God's face. She's a good woman, the best I've ever known. If anyone deserves a miracle, Sharon does. Tell me what help God is giving her?"
"Her body will die, Dutch, but Sharon won't." He saw the flicker of pain and knew the man wasn't ready to listen to more. "Want help unloading the truck?"
"Thanks, but I think I can manage on my own." Dutch ground the gears, uttered a vile word, and drove down the alley.
* * *
The child came in a rush of slick warmth, spilling from her body, and the young woman gasped in relief. The iron, clawing embrace was gone, leaving her time to catch her breath. Panting in the shadows beneath the bridge, she looked up between the steel supports to the star-studded sky.
The baby lay pale and perfect in the moonlight, on a dark blanket of earth. It was too dark to see whether it was a boy or girl, but then, what did that matter?
Body feverish, the young woman struggled out of her thin sweater and laid it over the infant.
* * *
A cold breeze was blowing in. Zeke pulled up the collar of his jacket. He walked along Mason, across First and down McMurray, back up Second, toward Good Samaritan Hospital. The bridge came to mind, but it was in the other direction. During summer months, he often crossed over to Riverfront Park, especially when the camp was full of visitors living in pitched tents at the small adjacent campground.
No one would be in the campground this time of year, with temperatures dropping and leaves falling.
The darkness was loosening, though it would still be a while before the sun rose. He should be turning for home, but the bridge loomed in his mind. Zeke changed direction and headed for the bridge and Riverfront Park.
He blew into his hands. He should have worn gloves this morning. He stopped at the corner, debating whether to go to the bridge or make his way home. He always showered and shaved before sitting down to breakfast with Marianne and Joshua. Going to the bridge now would mean he'd get home late.
He felt a sense of urgency. Someone needed help. It would only take ten minutes to walk to the bridge, less if he quickened his pace. He wouldn't have any peace unless he did.
* * *
Shivering violently, the young woman rolled up her car window, knowing she would never be free of guilt and regret. Her hand shook as she turned the key she had left in the ignition. She just wanted to get away from this place. She wanted to cover her head and forget everything that had happened, everything she had done wrong.
Turning the steering wheel, she pressed down too hard on the gas. The car skidded to one side, sending a rush of adrenaline through her. She corrected quickly, as the wheels shot pebbles like bullets into the park. Slowing, she turned right, toward the main road, staring ahead through tear-blurred eyes. She'd go north and find a cheap motel. Then she'd decide how to kill herself.
The breeze moved down over the sandy beach and beneath the bridge. No longer in the protected warmth of a mother's womb, the abandoned baby felt the stinging cold of the world. A soft cry came, then a plaintive wail. The sound carried across the water, but no lights went on in the houses above the river.
* * *
The steel Pratt trusses rose above the trees. Zeke crossed the old river road and took the walkway over the bridge. He stopped halfway across and leaned on the railing. The river rippled beneath him. It had rained a few days ago, leaving the beach smooth and packed. The place was deserted.
Why am I here, Lord?
Zeke straightened, still troubled. He waited another moment and then turned away. Time to head home.
A soft mewling mingled with the sounds of the river. What was it? Holding the rail, he leaned over, peering into the shadows of the abutment. The sound came again. He walked quickly across the bridge and cut across the grassy knoll to the parking lot. Was it a kitten? People often dumped unwanted litters along the road.
He heard the sound again, and this time he recognized it. Joshua had sounded like that when he was an infant. A baby, here? He searched the shadows, heart pounding. He spotted footprints. He went down to the riverbank and followed them across the sand to the gravel beneath the bridge. Pebbles crunched under his feet.
He heard it again, weaker this time, but so close he looked carefully before he stepped. Frowning, he hunkered down and picked up what looked like a discarded sweater. "Oh, Lord ..." A baby lay so still, so small, so white, he wondered if he was too late. A girl. He slipped his hands beneath her. She weighed next to nothing. As he lifted her into the curve of his arm, her arms spread like a tiny bird attempting flight, and she let out a tremulous cry.
Surging to his feet, Zeke yanked open his jacket, popping shirt buttons so he could tuck the baby against his skin. He breathed on her face to warm her up. "Scream, sweetheart; scream as loud as you can. You hold on to life, now. You hear?"
Zeke knew every shortcut and was at Good Samaritan Hospital before the sun came up.
* * *
Zeke came back to the hospital in the middle of the day to see Sharon. Dutch was with her, looking grim and worn. He held his wife's frail hand between his and didn't speak. Zeke spoke to both of them. When Sharon held out her hand, he took it and prayed for her and for Dutch.
He couldn't leave without going back to the nursery. He shouldn't have been surprised to see Marianne standing outside the window, her arm around five-year-old Joshua. He felt tenderness and pride well up inside him. Their son was all gangly arms, long skinny legs with knobby knees and big feet.
Joshua put his hands on the glass. "She's so little, Daddy. Was I that little?" The tiny baby girl slept soundly in a small hospital bassinet.
"No, Son. You were a whopping nine pounds." The look on Marianne's face concerned him. He took her hand. "We should head home, honey."
"Thank God you found her, Zeke. What would have happened to her if you hadn't?" Marianne looked at him. "We should adopt her."
"You know we can't. They'll find someone to take her." He tried to lead her away.
Marianne wouldn't budge. "Who better than us?"
Joshua joined in. "You found her, Daddy. Finders, keepers."
"She's not a penny I found on a sidewalk, Son. She needs a family."
"We're a family."
"You know what I mean." He cupped Marianne's cheek. "You've forgotten what it was like to take care of a new baby."
"I'm up to it, Zeke. I know I am. Why shouldn't she be ours?" She drew back. "Please don't look at me like that. I'm stronger than you think." Her eyes filled before she turned. "Just look at her. Doesn't she break your heart?"
He did look, and his heart softened. But he had to be practical.
"We should go."
Marianne squeezed his hand. "Pure, genuine religion in the sight of God is shown by caring for widows and orphans."
"Don't use Scripture against me when it's you I'm trying to protect."
Joshua looked up. "Protect from what, Daddy?"
"Nothing." Marianne gave Zeke a quelling glance. "It's just an idea your daddy got into his head a long time ago. He'll get over it. God put her in your arms, Zeke. Don't tell me He didn't." Marianne looked at him with doe eyes. "We have our boy. A little girl would make everything perfect. Haven't I said so?"
She had. Marianne had always yearned for more children, but the doctor had warned them that her heart, damaged by childhood rheumatic fever, wasn't strong enough to survive another pregnancy.
Zeke felt his resolve dissolving. "Marianne. Please. Stop." It had taken months for her to recover after Joshua's birth. Caring for another newborn would be far too taxing for her.
"We can be foster parents. Let's bring her home as soon as we can. If it's too much, then ..." Her eyes grew moist. "Please, Zeke."
* * *
Ten days later, Dr. Rubenstein signed the release forms for little Jane Doe and placed her in Marianne's arms. "You'll make fine foster parents."
After the first three nights, Zeke started to worry. Marianne was up every two hours, feeding the baby. How long before her health suffered? Though she looked exhausted, she couldn't have been happier. Sitting in a rocking chair, Marianne cradled the baby in her arms and fed her a bottle of warm milk. "She needs a real name, Zeke. A name full of promise and hope."
"Abra means 'mother of nations.'" He said it before he could stop himself.
Marianne laughed. "You wanted her all along, didn't you? Don't pretend you didn't."
How could he not? Still, he felt a jab of fear. "We're foster parents, Marianne. Don't forget that. If things become too much for you, we'll call the caseworker. We'll have to give Abra back."
"Give her back to whom? The caseworker wants this to work. And I don't think there's anyone in town who'd take Abra away from us now. Do you?" Peter Matthews, a teacher at the local elementary school, and his wife, Priscilla, had expressed interest early on, but with an infant of their own, they had agreed Abra should stay with the Freemans if they were able to handle it.
Marianne set the empty bottle aside and raised the baby to her shoulder. "We'll need to save money so we can add another bedroom. Abra won't be a baby for long. She'll be in a crib, then a regular bed. She'll need a room of her own."
There was no reasoning with her. All of Marianne's motherly instincts had kicked in, but each day wore her down a little more. Catnapping throughout the day helped, but catching a few minutes of sleep here and there wouldn't be enough to keep her healthy. She was already tousle-haired and ashen, with dark circles under her eyes. "You sleep in tomorrow morning. I'll take her with me."
"In the dark?"
"Plenty of streetlights, and I know the town like the back of my hand."
"She'll be cold."
"I'll bundle her up." He folded a blanket into a triangle, plucked Abra from Marianne's arms, tied it around his waist and neck, and straightened. "See? She's snug as a bug in a rug." And right next to his heart, where she'd been from the first moment he laid eyes on her.
Sometimes Abra fussed when he took her out for his early morning walks, and he would sing hymns to her. "'I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses ...'" She'd sleep for a while, and stir when Zeke stopped in at Eddie's Diner or paused to talk with Dutch.
"Good of you to take on that little one. Isn't she a cutie, with all that red hair." Eddie ran a fingertip over Abra's cheek.
Even hard-hearted Dutch smiled as he leaned out the window of his truck to peer at her. "Looks like a little angel." He drew back. "Sharon and I always wanted kids." He said it like it was another black mark against God. Sharon had passed away, and Zeke knew the man was grieving. When Abra's tiny fingers grasped Dutch's pinkie, he looked ready to cry. "Who'd leave a baby under a bridge, for heaven's sake? Good thing you happened by."
"It was no accident, me going there that morning."
"How so?" Dutch's engine rumbled in neutral.
"I felt impelled to go. God does that sometimes."
Dutch looked pained. "Well, I won't speculate. No question that little girl needed someone that morning or she'd be dead and buried by now." Like Sharon, his eyes said.
"If you ever want to talk, Dutch, just call."
"Better just give up on me."
"Sharon didn't. Why should I?"
As Abra grew, she slept longer between feedings, and Marianne got more sleep. Even so, Zeke didn't give up carrying Abra on his walks. "I'll keep at it until she sleeps through the night." Getting up every morning before the alarm, he'd dress and peek into the children's bedroom and find Abra wide-awake, waiting for him.
* * *
Even the demands of an easy child could wear on someone, and Zeke saw the toll on Marianne.
When he came home one afternoon in June and found Marianne asleep on the couch while Abra, now four years old, dunked her doll up and down in the toilet bowl, he knew things were going to have to change. "You're exhausted."
"Abra can get into something faster than I can say, 'Jack Sprat could eat no fat.'"
"You can't go on like this, Marianne."
Others in the congregation noticed how tired Marianne looked and voiced concern. Priscilla Matthews spoke to them one Sunday after services. Her husband had put up gates so their four-year-old, Penny, couldn't escape the living room. "The whole room is one big playpen right now, Marianne. I gave up and packed away everything breakable. Why don't you have Zeke bring Abra over a couple afternoons a week? You can rest without worry or interruptions for a few hours."
Marianne resisted, but Zeke insisted it was a perfect solution.
* * *
Zeke bought lumber, nails, tar paper, and shingles and started work on a bedroom off the back of the house. Nine-year-old Joshua sat on the boards, holding them steady while Zeke sawed. One of the parishioners added wiring for electricity. Another built a platform bed with pullout drawers and helped Zeke put in windows overlooking the backyard.
Though Zeke was less than enthusiastic about his son moving into a narrow, converted-back-porch bedroom, Joshua loved his "fort." His best buddy, Davy Upton, came over to spend the night, but the quarters were so tight, Zeke ended up pitching a tent for them on the back lawn. When he came back inside, he slumped into his easy chair. "The fort is too small."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Very good story! Could not put it down. You will love the characters. As in Redeeming Love (best book ever) by this author the grace of God and His love is the theme.
Fabulous book. Reminissent of Redeeming Love.
I thought it was a good book to read and to uderstand that you can return back even if you drift away from god if you let him back in
A great the plot and character develpoment are both top notch the plot never lags and the story has a satisfying yet somewhat open ended conclusion.
I am a fan of Francine Rivers, but not of this book. It was riddled with tedious lists of characters activities. Pastor Zeke walked here, ate here, talked to this person, said a prayer for that person. Far too much telling for my taste. I wanted to just skim over these endless lists (almost every character had them) to get to the meet of the story. Rivers did a nice job in making Abra a sympathetic character, even with all of her bad decisions. But from a Christian novel stand point, I almost found her too sympathetic. For all of the bad choices she made, it was easy for the reader to excuse the behavior because of her past. And that's okay, it was good to understand where she was coming from, why she would get taken in by the kind of men she did, but it also made her 'redemption' expected, even deserving. How different this story would be if she had come from a traditional, loving background and made those same decisions. And although Pastor Zeke and Joshua talked about themselves as having flaws, it was hard to find them. These men were too perfect. Too patient. Too trusting. Too giving. Too self-sacrificing. I think I would have liked to see Joshua's PTSD a more pronounced. It was too easily solved with having one person who had similar experiences to talk to. And as for the surprise plot twist?? Saw that one coming from the moment the character stepped into the story. It was simply a matter of waiting for the big reveal. Once it came (far too late in the book with little fanfare) it was resolved too easily, then explained away by simply saying that a sign of a Christian life is forgiveness. (another moment of telling rather than showing) And this is the first time I have seen a Christian writer try to write a sex scene in a romantic but clean way. It was clean, but lacked any emotion. I found myself rolling my eyes. The entire seen was unnecessary. And quite honestly, unbelievable considering other events in the book. I like Christian lit. I like reading about people who have strong belief in God and still struggle with the trials of life. I like when their faith is rewarded and they feel God's love and redemption. But I found the Christian element in this book for too heavy handed. Granted, Pastor Zeke, a main character, was a preacher. But it seemed that everyone except the villains (and they were painted with no redeeming qualities at all) spent every conversation proclaiming God's love. Overall, I expected more and was left wanting.
I highly recommend this book to anyone who is a fan of Francine Rivers. Another great story line with so much depth. I loved it!
Excellent , relevant , you will be touched by the Lord
Excellent story of love, forgiveness and reddmption.
Bridge to Haven begins with a newborn baby girl found abandoned under the bridge to the town of Haven. A large part of the book takes place in Hollywood which is not my favorite setting but it was interesting. The last third of the book was definitely the best part. Francine Rivers never fails to bring her characters to life and make you feel their emotions. The ending did contain an element of surprise for me. Francine Rivers has written another poignant story of God's unconditional love and forgiveness. I received this book through the Tyndale Rewards Program.
Francine Rivers has such a gift of sharing the word of God in a story. This book is as good as Reedeming Love.
Really enjoyed this book. I think it would make a good book club selection.
After reading Redeeming Love, I wasn't sure any other Francine Rivers novel could measure up. However, I devoured this story. I loved the characters. It is extremely well written. The setting is unique and allows you to step into a different time and place than much modern Christian Fiction. I suggest it to any girl/woman!
What I like most about this book, and many of Francine Rivers, is she knows how to paint a righteous and loving man. She always gives me hope. Anyway the story was a great progression of the struggled young abandoned teenage girl. It makes you feel every emotion. I enjoyed the book.
Enjoyed reading this book. It's a life story of many people even though it's fictitious. Francine Rivers brings out the true meaning of what God's love truly is in her writings.
This book was so very inspirational and moving and geared to real life feelings and emotions. I am so glad to have read it!
Best book of the year!!!!!!!!!!!! And I thought "Redeeming Love" was excellent! Do yourself a HUGE favor and buy this book!
If this reads like a mixed bag review, it's probably because I'm not sure how I feel about this new book from one of my all time favorite Inspirational authors. Francine has crafted another sweeping redemptive story, but the path to redemption is a very, very bumpy road in "Bridge to Haven". I connected quickly with the tiny baby girl left under the "Bridge to Haven", despite disliking her name with a passion (Abra). Still, when she was loved, I felt that love. When she felt rejected and lost, I empathized with her deeply. My childhood was peppered with confusion and feelings of abandonment that ultimately were figments of my imagination, just as Abra's were. But feelings are feelings, and if they aren't dealt with honestly and quickly, those feelings give birth to resentment and rebellion. It's that rebellion in Abra that took me to places I just didn't want to go. From the moment she ran off with Dylan, I was ready to put the book down and walk away. Uncomfortable, saddened, fearful....what I felt as I read that portion of the book. Instead of returning to Haven, Abra moves from one destructive relationship right into another one. It seemed safer than the first, but in the end was even more destructive. Again, I wanted to toss the book aside. Her life with Franklin evoked memories for me that I have no desire to revisit (please don't misunderstand me--my rebellion looked like child's play next to Abra's...but the emotions were like identical twins to mine.) As I watched Abra come to a portion of her senses and escape her own personal hell, and watched the hand of God in her life, moving her through disaster after disaster to her one hope of redemption and forgiveness, I felt rewarded for suffering along with her all those years on the run from herself and her God. It's the last few chapters of the book that I must warn readers of...and yes, the first two thirds of the book will leave you unsettled and uncomfortable. This ain't your Momma's Christian romantic fiction! Abra has known false love for so long, Francine takes extra care to show the reader what genuine love and marital intimacy really is. But it does get a bit more graphic than one would expect. Nothing like general market romance, but more than your average inspirational market romance. It may leave you feeling a bit uncomfortable, but the comparison between what Abra ran to and what she came home to is night and day, and what Francine writes is truly what true love and intimacy is all about. Just not sure if it might be too much for some readers. Let me just leave it this way: this is NOT a book for a young girl, and if you are faint of heart or squeamish, it might not set well with you either. But the writing is of the same caliber as Francine's epic novels such as "Redeeming Love", and her "Mark of the Lion Trilogy". My thanks to the Tyndale House Publishing for my copy of "Bridge to Haven" in exchange for an honest review. I do recommend it, but with caution. If you feel you can handle going where Abra goes, then you won't be disappointed by her full journey. Oh, one more thing...the ending feels a bit unfinished, but no word on a sequel. And the best writing always leaves you wanting to know more about the fictional lives you're now invested in.
This book has all the best features a good book should have and it’s a delightful story with some mystery thrown in. First, there’s an abandoned baby under a bridge that a pastor finds and takes home. Then there’s the rebellious daughter who runs away to Hollywood and becomes a movie star who’s driven to succeed but emotionally miserable. And finally there’s the wonderful, thoughtful, handsome guy who wants to help bring to wholeness the hurting movie star who was the rebellious daughter who was once the baby under the bridge. Why and how did Lena succeed in Hollywood? What was Lena’s name there? What did Franklin force Lena to do that caused her so much pain and suffering? How did she escape Franklin? What happened to all her money? What did Lena do to earn money after she left Hollywood? What was especially wonderful about the ending?
I absolutely loved this book. The first couple chapters were a little hard to get into and I was not sure where the story was going but as I kept reading the story just kept pulling me in deeper and deeper. I read 75% of this book in one day because once I got a few chapters into it I just could not put it down. This book follows the story of Abra who was abandoned by her mother as a newborn and found by the local town pastor. Through her childhood Abra experiences many trials which she has no control over and they cause her to withdraw from those around her into her own world. The love of Abra's family and friends is not enough to really reach her and pull her back from her distorted view of herself and her life. It is this distorted view that makes Abra vulnerable and susceptible to a charismatic character who eventually pulls her away from her family and her smalltown. It is on her own that Abra begins to see the world as it really is and she learns to value herself as more than just a girl who was abandoned as a newborn. This book is so well written and there are twists and turns that happen which are completely unexpected. This story shows the redeeming love of God and of the people who live their lives serving him. It shows how sometimes we have to go through difficult experiences before we can grow up and appreciate what is around us. Abra was a unique character and I think that most people will experience empathy for what she goes through but also learn from how her limited perspective and unwillingness to really be open with others is the catalyst for many of the issues she has later in life. This story is set in 1950's Hollywood and I really enjoyed reading a book that took place during that era. It was part of what made this book unique but also intriguing because it is like reading a story about someone from the past even if this story was only fiction. Lastly if you have read other books by Francine Rivers, especially Redeeming Love, not only will you already know that she is a great author but that this book is a must read. The author is not afraid to cover deep issues and to write about the real risks that happen when people make unwise decisions. As an adult this is a great piece of fiction that can really speak to you spiritually as well as help you process events in your own past, and as a young adult I think this book can be a warning for what happens when we follow our own path instead of God's as well as a book that speaks truth about real issues which are not always addressed in other Christian settings.