Necessary Heartbreak

Necessary Heartbreak

by Michael J. Sullivan

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ISBN-13: 9781439184257
Publisher: Pocket Books
Publication date: 04/20/2010
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 585,874
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Michael J. Sullivan is an author and sports writer living in New York who graduated from St. John's University, and is a member of the McDonald's All-American Selection Boys Basketball Committee and the Parade All-American Selection Committee.  Michael hosted sports radio shows on WGBB on Long Island, NY, and WEVD 1050AM in New York City, as well as worked with ESPN and Sporting News.  In addition to writing the When Time Forgets series, Michael covers high school and college sports for Fox-owned, which involves daily activity on ten to twelve message boards as well as writing approximately 100 articles each month.

Michael has published a number of books through established trade houses, including the trivia book So You Think You're a New Yorker, which was an iconic work lauded by columnist Cindy Adams.  In addition, he published seven sports-themed books for children through Enslow, and a volume of a children’s book series through HarperCollins.

Read an Excerpt



“Let’s save each other some time today, Elizabeth. What are you

“In a sec, Dad.”

Michael sighed and looked in the mirror. His head was pounding from a few glasses of pity wine the previous night, and he noticed a web of inflamed capillaries spreading across the corner of his left eye. I look awful, he thought.

Disgusted, he retreated to his bedroom and pulled open the top drawer of his worn dresser. A thin layer of dust was across the top, and absentmindedly he brushed it away. He stared down sullenly into the contents of the drawer and pushed aside a few pairs of socks. There it was at the bottom—a simple gold band. He turned it sideways to read the inscription: I’M GLAD I FOUND YOU. LOVE, VICKI.

Michael sighed and rubbed it gently against his T-shirt. He rarely wore it, except when he wanted to prevent any awkward encounters with unattached women. One look at the ring and they would be sure to leave him alone.

He slipped the ring on his finger and rubbed his stomach, uncomfortably aware of how his belly was gaining a foothold over the worn elastic waistband of his pajamas. He was beginning to understand why women complained about feeling bloated all the time. Adding to his misery was the humidity of the April day, so he chose a simple white T-shirt, light gray sweats, and a pair of his favorite old sandals. He pulled the sweats above his belly and sighed. Now I look like Fred Mertz.

He dressed conservatively these days even though he was just forty. With his daughter now a teenager, he believed he needed to set a good example. Michael had seen what the kids wore at the local middle school, where Elizabeth was in the eighth grade. She was becoming a young adult, and sometimes he felt alone against the world in protecting her. No matter how hard he tried to be open, there was no way he could agree with belly rings and low-cut shirts.

I hope she doesn’t come down in another skimpy tank top. He was well trained by this point. She would wait upstairs until they were miserably late, with no time to spare. Then it would be a last-second struggle: he would barely see her run past him on the way to the car, leaving him time to register only the most horrific thing she was wearing.

Today, though, he felt ready for the dress-code war.

His determination was swayed by the startling ring of the phone. “Elizabeth, are you going to get that?” Michael shouted upstairs. He chided himself for waiting for an answer; her friends called almost exclusively on her cell, meaning that she wouldn’t waste time picking up the house phone.

He ran into the living room and saw the phone out of its holder, along with the empty wine bottle sitting on the side table near his recliner. He bent down and dug furiously along the cushion of the chair. “Got it,” he muttered. He noticed the caller ID said unknown. His stomach lurched and he threw the phone back onto the recliner. Probably the bank again. Why can’t they leave me alone?

Elizabeth, sandals on her feet, T-shirt tied up to her navel, and oversize shorts hanging low on her waist, sprinted down with the upstairs phone in her hand. “Sure, he’s here, hold on.” She glanced up and saw her father scowl. “Oops,” she whispered as she handed it to him.

“Hello?” He paused, looking annoyed. “Yes, I understand my financial obligations. I’m working as hard as I can and as fast as I can to keep up. I need a couple more weeks. My boss cut my salary in half, sir. So I’m trying to find other ways to make it up. Can you give me more time?”

Elizabeth stood motionless on the stairs, watching her father’s brow furrow. For the first time, she noticed some strands of gray hair peeking through the sides of his head, near his ears.

“Good-bye.” Michael sighed. He clicked the phone off and looked down. I really need to clean this carpet, he thought randomly.

“Everything okay?” Elizabeth asked, noticing the shiny gold ring on his finger.

Michael gazed at his growing daughter, undeterred.

“No. Change the shirt.”

“Why, Dad?”

“Change the shirt. Change it or we won’t go.”

In this rare case, Michael knew he held the upper hand. She needed him to take her to this event to receive the proper credit for school. Every student in the honor society needed a certain number of community-service points, and she was still short.

“Oh, fine. Whatever.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes dramatically but then scampered up the stairs back to her bedroom.

Michael was aware that Elizabeth was gradually becoming less attached to him, which meant that the most positive aspect of his life was slowly eroding. He tried hard not to think about it. But on this Saturday morning, he didn’t mind the power-broker role for, if nothing else, it kept her with him.

Elizabeth walked down the stairs in an oversize, faded-white Springsteen concert T-shirt. Michael was slumped in the recliner, still clenching the phone and staring off into space. She smiled, trying to cheer him up. “Hey, Dad, does this shirt go down far enough?” The shirt fell past her shorts, well below her knees.

He looked up. “I see you were in my closet. Did you ask?”

“No. I wanted to pick out something you would approve of.”

“So you took one of my favorite T-shirts?”

“Bruce wouldn’t mind, right?” asked Elizabeth as she flashed an angelic smile.

Michael smiled weakly. “Bruce isn’t your father, I am. But this time I approve. C’mon, let’s scoot.” He slapped his knees before standing up.

Opening the front door for her, he was happy to see that the rain had finally stopped. “Who’s my baby?”

Elizabeth didn’t answer, knowing from experience that it would only encourage him to ask it again.

Michael smiled as they climbed into the car, deciding it was probably best not to tease her more. He had finally upgraded to a Camry a few years back because it gave Elizabeth more room in the backseat to keep her video games, DVDs and CDs. However, Elizabeth had now taken a liking to sitting in the front. He still couldn’t get used to it. He watched as she put in the white earbuds and began playing with the iPhone. Michael once again felt a mingled sense of pride and worry as her fingers rapidly began moving.

“Who are you texting?”

“My friends.”

“Boy? Girl?”

She looked at him. “Both.”

“What’s the boy’s name?”


“How old is he?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure?!”

“Okay, okay, he’s a couple of years older than me. So?”

Michael grimaced and took a deep breath. “Is that perfume?”


“Where did you get it?”

“Mommy’s drawer. You said I could have anything in there.”

He glanced over at his daughter and noticed how much she had grown up over the past year. Her hair was neatly brushed, the once girlish curls now straight and pulled into a tightly wound ponytail wrapped in a simple green elastic band. The smell of sparkly nail polish filled the car.

“You’re not meeting him here, are you?” asked Michael.

“He might be here later. Do you want to meet him?”

“Um . . . no . . . ah, yeah, yes . . . I don’t know.”

Elizabeth laughed. “Well, which is it?”

“Let’s just get through this day first, okay? I can only manage one crisis at a time.”

Boys, he thought as he turned onto Ocean Avenue, watching a few teenagers pushing and shoving each other playfully on the adjacent street corner. Michael remembered he used to be one of them, though he had been quiet and shy when he was fourteen, not outgoing like Elizabeth. Plus, when he was young, there was none of this texting immediacy in getting a girl to like you: you spent days, months even, trying to figure out how to bump into her in the hall, or to find the right friend of hers who would deliver a note for you. At that age, it was all about trying to be alone long enough to just kiss a girl. Well, one special girl.

He shook his head, thinking of her again. I wonder if Valentina is married, he thought, remembering his first true love back in elementary school. He drifted off briefly, only to be distracted by Elizabeth’s feverish texting. Her phone chirped and she giggled as she read the new message.

Michael nudged her shoulder with his hand. “Who’s that?”

There was no response. Unfazed, Elizabeth kept swaying to the beat of My Chemical Romance. It was so loud Michael could hear every lyric that leaked out through the tiny earphones. The scary thing was that he couldn’t be sure exactly what they all meant.

He could see in the far distance the boats docked side by side in the harbor. The wind had stopped its howling and a shaft of sunlight struck the cross atop the old church, casting a long shadow across Main Street. Children were pulling their parents into the local toy store, where another birthday party was about to begin. Old men and women were rummaging through the contents on an outdoor table, searching for the best bargains at Perry’s Five and Dime. Just another ordinary Saturday morning in Northport.

“Elizabeth? Elizabeth Ellen!” Michael gently lifted his daughter’s chin upward while she kept up with her digital connections.

“What, Dad?” Elizabeth asked, pulling out one of the earbuds.

“We’re here.” He scowled to himself in the rearview mirror, for this was the last place he wanted to be.

Michael parked the car near the corner of Main and Church Street. From there he could see scores of young kids and adults pulling food off trucks parked awkwardly on the sidewalk in front of Our Lady by the Bay Church. They were all there to help organize the food-drive donations.

The next thing he knew, the passenger-side door swung open and Elizabeth threw her phone back onto her seat before jumping to the curb. “Elizabeth!” Michael said as he climbed out quickly. “Wait . . .”

Elizabeth was already across the street heading toward her best friend, Laura. He sighed as he locked the car. “Always following, always following . . .”

“Hi, Laura!” Elizabeth squealed.

“Hey, Liz! Ah, hi, Mr. Stewart.”

“Hi, Laura. Hey, Liz, remember you’re here to help out and get your community-service credit for school.”

“Only my friends can call me that.” Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

Wow, Michael thought, that’s two eyerolls for today; the day’s getting off to a great start!

He watched her turn to Laura and whisper, “Fun killer.” Elizabeth had been using the phrase more often lately. Despite some residual hurt feelings, Michael had become resigned to it.

“Hey, Mike!” shouted a woman in a pretty blue dress from across the street, startling him. “I tried calling you last night. Were you out?”

He smiled as he walked over to give the woman a quick kiss on the cheek. “Susan, you know me better than that.”

Michael couldn’t help but notice how her light reddish brown hair touched her bare shoulders. “You look great today, Sue.”

She looked quizzically at him, casting a quick glance at the ring on his finger. “My, Mike, did you have a hard time getting out of the chair again?”

He nodded. “I’ve had a rough week, Sue. There are so many things changing in my life. I’m not adjusting at all.”

“Well, call me then. Or come by and we’ll talk.” She rubbed his right arm gently. “I know what you’ve been through.”

“Believe me, I know you know. I appreciate your kindness.” Michael meant it, too. Of all his neighbors, Susan Horn was the only one he considered a true friend. Ever since her husband walked out on her almost ten years ago, Michael and Susan had spent many hours talking about everything from child raising to life without a spouse.

Susan smiled. “I guess we’ve got some work to do today, right?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Isn’t that why we had kids?”

She laughed and tapped his forearm a couple of times. “Good one.”

Susan walked back to the front of the church. Kids and parents were already going back and forth up the steps that led to the three big open doors of the church. To the far right stood Father Dennis, watching his flock work like little bees, and chatting with volunteers.

Oh, no, Michael thought, I’m going to be spotted.

As if on command, Father Dennis immediately saw Michael in the crowd and waved to him. Michael cringed. He hadn’t been to mass in over a decade. It seemed as if every time Father Dennis saw Michael, he would ask, “Where have you been?”

As Father Dennis approached, Michael quickly grabbed a carton of food and ran up the stairs two at a time. “Hi, Father!” he said as he passed the priest.

Father Dennis smiled. “Good to see you working so hard for the church, Michael.”

“Glad to help out.”

Michael moved past the holy water sitting on the table near the entrance of the church, quickly dipping his fingers inside the bowl. He touched his forehead with it. Inside the building, it was cool and dark, with only four lights illuminating the lip of the altar. Michael could see the gleaming figures of Jesus in the center of the altar, Mary on the left, and Joseph on the right.

Michael knew his way around a church. As an altar boy, he’d helped serve mass four or five times a week. Sometimes Michael would do a mass, funeral, and wedding all in the same day. He liked weddings the best. Everyone was happy, and he would get a big tip from the best man. Michael knew the words from the mass by heart. When he graduated from Holy Child and his life as an altar boy ended, part of him was extinguished, too.

Today the church created in him mostly feelings of fear and pain. He and Vicki always used to go to church together. She felt that she had to pray for those who needed help because someday they might need some.

Ha, Michael thought, what help did I get?

To him, church was filled with a bunch of phonies who sat inside an air-conditioned building on a wooden pew without ever really hearing a word of the mass itself. Then the same parishioners went out on the street gossiping about each other and their neighbors. He didn’t need or want any part of it.

And yet, he couldn’t escape it: Father Dennis was walking right behind him.

“Michael, isn’t this a beautiful church?”

Michael looked around the church. He saw the five arched windows along each of the two long sides of the building, under one of which were engraved the words my friend, your sins are forgiven. The stations of the cross depicted in wooden carvings were affixed to the right of each window, while big white candles with green ribbing sat below. He took in the organ situated high above the pews, the altar made of white marble, and the podium from where the lector read.

It’s beautiful, sure, Michael thought, but where’s he going with this?

“Michael, your church awaits you,” Father Dennis said with a pat on the back.

“Thanks, Father.”

“Michael, we could really use your help.”

“In what way, Father?”

“What about joining the choir?”

“Are you kidding? With my voice?”

“Michael, God doesn’t care what you sound like. He only cares what’s in your heart.”

“No offense, Father. But I think I would turn even God off with my voice.”

Father Dennis laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “What about being a lector?”

“I’m not sure . . .”

Father Dennis smiled. “Well, if you think you’d like to help out, let me know.”

Michael looked up one more time at those carvings of Jesus’ last moments on earth. “Well, I should go help the kids some more,” he said, walking away.

He didn’t want anyone calling him lazy. That word tore at his spine. Michael winced, remembering the dark days of living in Queens, defending his sanity against the daily verbal battering.

“You’re not even trying to find a full-time job, you lazy jerk!”

Michael sat there quietly in the living room recliner. Silence was his most effective weapon in the Richmond Hill house. His older sister would not get the satisfaction of knowing she got to him. Of course, she couldn’t see his knees rising slightly as his toes curled into the carpet.

“Look at me! When are you going to get a job?” she demanded.

I am working, Michael thought. He had a part-time job writing for a weekly football publication in Port Washington. Since he had no car and it was such a long trip by bus and train, on the weekends he slept overnight on the floor beneath his office desk. That’s not working?

He knew he could have tried to do something noble and become a policeman or fireman or gone back to school to become a teacher. But he really loved sports and was willing to work his way up by doing all sorts of part-time work. For some reason, to his sister Connie this just wasn’t enough.

“Say something!” she screeched.

“Okay,” Michael shouted, boiling over, “how about ‘shut up’?”

“Don’t talk to her that way!” his father bellowed, rushing in from the kitchen.

Michael instinctively stood up and pushed past him as he made for the stairs. Great, now he gets involved.

“Get down here!” his father screamed. “Get down here, you moron!”

Michael didn’t obey him; instead, he slammed his bedroom door. He listened to his father run up the two flights of stairs, wondering whether the old man was going to come through his door and finally confront him. He knew it wouldn’t be much of a match: Jim was fifty-three years old while Michael was only twenty-two and in the best shape of his life. He lifted weights constantly and had little fat on his body. Meanwhile, his father smoked two packs of cigarettes a day and spent his nights drinking scotch.

But he’s still my father, Michael thought, listening to him climb the stairs. Michael’s stomach tightened as he leaned his 180-pound frame against the door.

“Let me in. Let me in!” Jim was trying to barrel through the door.

Michael didn’t answer; instead, he planted his weight more firmly against the wood.

Thump! Thump! Thump! His father was angrily throwing himself against the door. Michael grew afraid that he might physically hurt the guy if he got in. He knew his father had such an overstated view of his own importance that he wouldn’t be expecting Michael to fight back. I’d like to punch him . . . although he’s my father.

Still uncertain, Michael continued to lean against the bedroom door, his hands clenched tightly around the doorknob. He listened for any movement, then cautiously opened the door. His father stood there glaring at him. Michael hesitated, then stepped aside and let his father into the room.

“What are you doing talking that way to your sister?”

“Why are you always defending her?”

“You have to stop mouthing off to your sister. Are you going to stop it?”

Michael didn’t respond. Instead, he turned and flung himself facedown on the bed.

Jim took another step into the room. “Answer me,” he demanded.

In an effort to avoid his father’s menacing stare, Michael focused on the torn curtain covering the only window in the small room.

“Do you hate me?” Jim nearly whispered.

Stunned, Michael grimaced. Are you serious?

“Look at me,” his father said forcefully as he moved closer. “Do you hate me? Are you angry about your mother? Do you hate me for what happened to her? Don’t you think I did my best?”

Michael was silent for a few seconds before turning to him. “I know you did your best,” he finally replied weakly.

Jim walked to the bookshelf, his thumb scrolling across the book spines, with his back to Michael. “Then why do you hate me?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why won’t you be like the rest of us? Why won’t you be part of this family? Why won’t you talk to me about how you’re feeling?”

Michael looked up slowly. “You’re always yelling. You never listen.”

Jim spun back to him quickly, his hands clenched in front of him. “Stop acting like a child. Then I’ll listen.”

Michael shook his head slowly.

“Do you miss your mom?”

“Of course.”

“You’re so silent and quiet. You’re never around us. You never go out with us for dinner. It’s like you’re not even here.”

Michael rolled onto his stomach, his head resting on his pillow. Glancing down, he noticed some crumbs that had fallen from his dinner last night. He pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to kick the crumbs under it.

He sighed. “I miss Mom. But I love her in my own way. I’m not angry at you. Just because I haven’t cried in front of you doesn’t mean I don’t care. I’m angry at the way she died. Okay?”

“I tried, Michael. I really did.”

“I know, Dad. . . . I guess she’s in a better place now.”

In one explosive motion, Jim whipped a book off the top of Michael’s dresser, hurling it against his closet door. “A better place? What do you mean by that, you dumb—”

“Nothing!” Michael shouted.

His father scowled at him. “Yeah, in a better place. Better than here. Yeah, I know you don’t like it here. You’ve made it very clear.”

Michael shook his head and gave up. “Go away. You’ll never understand. Please just go away.”

“Sure, whatever. You’ll just use this as another excuse. I wonder if you really cared about her at all.” With that, Jim left the room.

Michael leaped up and slammed the door. He crumpled onto the floor, glancing at the contents of his tiny room: the steep piles of sports books around his bed, several empty soda cans littering the desk and bookshelf, even Bruce Springsteen’s The River album, nestled under his dresser. A Springsteen poster draped the back wall while a photo of tennis star Chris Evert hung crookedly over his bed.

He thought about what he’d said. He’d meant heaven, but his dad had totally misunderstood. I didn’t mean it that way, he thought. He wondered why he could never properly communicate with his father. It had always been difficult, but it was bleak now without his mother.

It seemed like only a few minutes later when he heard a soft knock.

“Michael, Father Pete here. Can I come in?”


Father Pete was a friend of the family’s, particularly his father’s. They had grown up together, and Father Pete handled all the family religious functions such as weddings, funerals, and baptisms. He was often over at the house during the holidays.

Michael stood up and opened the door. He cleared some papers from his desk chair and invited the priest to sit.

Father Pete wasted no time. “Michael, your father thinks you need psychological help.”

“My father is the one who needs the psychological help.”

“Why don’t you talk to him?”

“I can’t talk to him because he never listens. He’s always yelling.”

Michael reached down and grabbed The River album and turned it over to show Father Pete the lyrics to the song “Independence Day.” It was a sorrowful description of Springsteen’s relationship with his father and the inevitable parting between them. Michael played it over and over in his tiny room, the lyrics echoing in the attic, as if the pleas from Springsteen’s voice would resonate with his father. He so wanted his dad to be a positive part of his life.

“It’s well written,” the priest said, looking up at Michael. “I like the part about the son leaving St. Mary’s Gate. It’s very symbolic. Why can’t you two talk to each other like we’re doing now?”

“He won’t listen. I can’t talk to someone who’s always yelling.”

“Well, Michael, he says his conditions are you either get psychological help or move out of the house.”

“That’s interesting, Father. So he’s saying he feels I need help mentally but he’d throw me out of the house if he doesn’t get his way. I’m not sure I could ever treat my son like that.”

Father Pete didn’t answer.

“Look, Father, I’ll go for psychological help if he comes with me. I want him there with me so we can both discuss things, like about Mom and everything.”

Father Pete looked encouraged. He stood up and headed toward the door. “Great! I think that will be fine.”

It wasn’t long before he returned with Jim’s answer. “Michael . . . he won’t go with you. I think you’re either going to have to go alone or else leave. He’s ranting about something he said you almost did. He said something about you and your mother. He wouldn’t explain it to me. Did you do something to your mom or say something before she died?”

“Father, he has it all wrong. I’ll just say this: I wasn’t going to do it.”

Father Pete stared at him, perplexed. “Michael, that’s between you and your father.” He paused. “Do you have a place to stay?”

“I guess so,” Michael said, wondering if he could move into his friend Steve’s apartment in Flushing.

“God will take care and serve you, Michael.”

Michael laughed bitterly. “Ha! I have to do this on my own.”

As Father Pete stood there watching him, Michael started to pack his belongings: a few T-shirts, some torn shorts, a faded pair of jeans, and several socks, none of which matched. He grabbed some loose change and put it into the front pocket of his sweatpants. A dollar was lying near the side of the bed. He reached over to put it inside a shoebox.

He gathered up several of his own poems, including one about his father, and stuffed them inside the shoebox. Thoughts of the past year since his mom died almost overwhelmed him.

He turned around and looked at the priest. “Is this how God serves me?”

Father Pete glanced down at his folded hands, a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry. I know, Father Pete. But can I just catch a stinking break?”

Father Pete shook his hand, passed him a hundred bucks from his dad, and told Michael it was time to leave.

Michael grabbed more boxes of food, following Laura’s and Elizabeth’s giggles and smiles up to the front of the church. An hour had passed, and now the area was cluttered with cartons leaning against the white marble fence surrounding the altar.

“The pile is getting too big,” Father Dennis told the volunteers. “I need two helpers to bring some of this down to the basement for now.”

He looked around. By now, most of the students were bored and tired. The parents looked pretty exhausted from climbing all the stairs. He spotted Michael and Elizabeth.

“What about you two?”

Michael looked suspiciously at Father Dennis. Why does he think we’re not tired from all the lifting and carrying? “Yeah, sure, Father.”

He felt a pat on his back. “You’re a good man, Mike,” said Susan, flashing a big smile at him. Michael returned the gesture with a wink.

Catching the exchange, Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “We’d be happy to do it. Right, Dad?”

“Ah, sure,” Michael said, his voice echoing throughout the big church.

He felt the bulky cell phone and keys inside his pockets. “Father, can I leave these here?”

“Of course.”

“No one will steal them?” Michael said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I will bless them to make sure,” the priest responded with a smile.

Michael had already left his wallet behind in his car. He hated to be weighed down by items of any sort when working. In fact, he’d stopped wearing a watch in high school, feeling it restricted him too much.

Elizabeth and Michael began moving some of the cartons. The doorway to the basement stairs was just to the left of the altar. It was about fifteen steps down before they reached the floor of the darkened room.

He looked around. The room was fairly large, maybe forty by sixty feet. Collection baskets and random piles of outdated hymnals littered the floor. There wasn’t much room for more boxes.

“Great,” Michael said, annoyed. “We’ll have to move some of this mess before we bring down the rest of the cartons.”

“Chill, Dad. This is supposed to help the needy.”

“Chill? Okay, I’ll chill. But, you know, I’m pretty needy. When is someone going to help me?”

“Oh, Dad. You have to lighten up a bit. Life’s too short.”

He turned from her and muttered under his breath, “Yes, I know life’s too short.”

Elizabeth began bouncing around the room. She picked up all the baskets and stacked them in one corner. Then she sprinted around the other side of the room, grabbing outdated missalettes and organizing them into piles on a nearby folding table.

“Look, Dad, the Empire State Building,” she said with a smile, placing an old mustard-colored book on top.

Michael looked at the tall pile of books. “Great, but what about the cartons of food on the floor? How about making the Eiffel Tower with that so we can get out of here.”

“Chill, Dad.”

“Stop with the chill stuff . . . or I’ll start using that word.”

“Yuck, don’t use that word,” she said, laughing while picking up a discarded penlight in the corner and shining it on him. “You’re old people. You can’t talk like that.”

“Old people? Ouch!” Michael peered at her with puppy-dog eyes and his bottom lip stuck out. He sucked in his stomach and pulled up his sweats higher than his belly button. “Now I am as old as Fred Mertz!”

“Um, Dad, Fred Mertz is dead.”

“Yeah, so what’s your point?”

As if on cue, they both fell into a fit of laughter. “Okay, you’re totally freaking me out now,” Elizabeth said with a grimace.

“What is this?” Michael asked with interest, picking the mustard-colored book off the pile. He thumbed through it while Elizabeth continued to work. It appeared to be a worn diary. The word on the cover—Miraculum—was faded and barely legible. Michael thought the word might be Latin. Many of the pages were falling out and the handwriting was mostly faint and spidery. The first entry was not legible. But the next one said 1797. Michael let out a low whistle. “Wow. I should show this to Father Dennis.”

“Ah, Dad, don’t you want to get out of here?”

“Yeah, sure, but . . .”

“We’re almost done, Dad.”

Michael put the small book in his pocket. When everything had been cleared away and nearly all the boxes were neatly stacked, he noticed for the first time a steel door marked with a gold cross in the center of the floor.

“That’s strange.”

Elizabeth walked over to check it out. “What is it?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know.” Michael could hear Father Dennis up above thanking the volunteers for their help. “Let’s get out of here, Elizabeth, and get the rest of those cartons.”

“Go ahead, Dad. I’d like to see what’s in there.”

“Do me a favor: don’t open it. Just leave the door alone.”

Michael ran upstairs to grab the last of the cartons but bumped into Father Dennis, who was helping parishioners locate empty areas to place their food cartons. “I need to show you something, Father, when I’m done.”

“Okay. I’m a little busy right now. And thanks, Michael, for staying around to bring the last of these downstairs.”

“No problem, Father, glad to help!” Michael called over his shoulder. When he reached the basement, he dropped the cartons on the floor and looked around.


Oh, no. Michael saw that the steel door in the floor had been pulled back. Are you kidding me? He walked over to it and peered down. It was pitch-black, but he could make out a dark stairway.

“Elizabeth! Are you down there?”

The only response Michael heard were his words echoing below.

I can’t believe she’s going to make me come after her. He took a few steps down the old, wooden stairs. They creaked a bit under his weight, making him nervous.

“Elizabeth Ellen! Answer me!”

He started counting the steps, and by the time he came to the ninth one, he stopped. “Elizabeth Ellen Stewart. Come up here right now or I’ll really be a fun killer!”

Michael had thought that should sufficiently scare her to return, but there was still no answer. With the complete absence of light, the darkness below felt sinister.

He took a few more steps. Nah, she’s always been afraid of the dark. Why would she go down here? Michael climbed back up the stairway, convinced that she must be somewhere upstairs.

Michael ran back into the main part of the church. He spotted Father Dennis chatting with some parishioners. “Hey, Father, did Elizabeth come up here? Have you seen her?”

Father Dennis turned around and shook his head. “I haven’t seen her up here.” He noticed the book sticking out of Michael’s pocket. “What’s that?”

“What, Father?”

The priest pointed. “That book in your back pocket. Let me see it.”

Michael pulled it out and handed it to him. Father Dennis started paging through it.

Michael grew impatient. “I’ve got to go find Elizabeth.”

The priest looked concerned as he scanned through an entry before placing the book in his back pocket. “Michael, I’m going to hold on to this. I’ve never seen it before and yet there are reflections from many of the previous pastors of this old church.”

“That’s nice, Father . . . but about my daughter: do you know where she is?”

“Maybe she went outside with her friends?”

“I don’t think so.” Quickly he ran to the open front door and looked up and down the street. There was no sign of her.

Michael ran back to the basement stairs. He reached the trapdoor and called again. “Elizabeth? Are you down there?”

He started descending the stairs now at a rapid clip. He could feel panic beginning to set in. What if she’s fallen and hurt herself? He was so far down into the subbasement that he wasn’t sure anyone would be able to hear him from above if he needed to call for help.

Suddenly, his feet hit solid ground. He stretched out his right arm and felt a concrete wall. Leaning slightly to the left, he reached out and touched another wall. They were about six feet apart, creating a tunnel, although he could only see complete blackness ahead.


Still no answer.

Michael shuffled slowly forward. As he took each step, he kept the fingertips of his right hand against one wall while his left balanced him upright on the other. Every five steps or so, he took a deep breath. The air felt cold and damp in his lungs.

“Elizabeth, I’m really getting worried now,” Michael said, trying to sound calm and rational. “Come back and we’ll talk. I’m sorry if I upset you upstairs.”

Michael tentatively took more steps, trying not to think about the assortment of rodents that must live down here. After traveling about thirty more feet, he stopped when he felt the floor underneath him shake slightly. “What was that? Did you feel that?” he called out, trying to remain calm and hoping that Elizabeth would respond.

The ground underneath his feet felt different. Has the floor changed to sand under me, or is that my imagination?

“Elizabeth, you are going to be grounded! Yeah, I know you’re fourteen, but I can still ground you! You can even kiss your iPhone good-bye for at least a month!”

He paused. “She won’t care. She’s a teenager. Yeah, I’ll chill out. Hear that, Liz ? I said I’m going to chill out !”

While he was wondering why he kept expecting Elizabeth to respond to the word chill, he felt the floor shake again; this time it had a more defined feel, more intense.

“Great! Thank you, Elizabeth. Thank you for making this lovely experience at the church even longer, and much more fun.”

He stopped walking when a gust of warm air hit him. “Oh, God, please let her be okay.”

The shaking under his feet became more frequent. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and in the distance he could now see what looked like the beam from a miniature flashlight. The light remained steady, like a beacon drawing him near.

“Elizabeth!” Michael shouted, stumbling toward the light. “Is that you up there?”

Suddenly his head struck the ceiling. He winced and ducked, realizing the tunnel was narrowing. He heard a muffled sound in the distance, then felt the floor shake more violently.

“What is that?”

“Dad!” cried a voice faintly.

Michael’s heart raced. “Elizabeth?”

There was no answer.

Michael moved more quickly now, hands skimming over the walls, stumbling a few times as he tried to reach the light. “Elizabeth, can you hear me?”

The ground shook again and the muffled sounds became more discernible.


Even though he could hear her, Michael still couldn’t see her. “Where are you?”

“Over here, Dad!”

The ground shook again and Michael could make out a small figure in front of him. She was partially blocking the light coming from above, and seeing her silhouette was a relief.



“What were you thinking?”

“Shh!” she whispered. “Shh!” She reached out and grabbed his back. “Dad! Oh, Dad!”

“Why did you come down here? I said not to. You could’ve been hurt, you could’ve—”

“Look!” Elizabeth pointed, cutting him off. “Look! Look at this!”

Michael shielded his eyes and gazed through what appeared to be a sewer grate at the end of the tunnel. Beyond it, he could see dirt bouncing up from the churning wheels of carts and the sandaled feet of men running past them.

“Where are we?”

© 2010 Michael J. Sullivan

Reading Group Guide

This reading group guide for Necessary Heartbreak includes an introduction, discussion questions, ideas for enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Michael J. Sullivan. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.


Necessary Heartbreak tells the story of Michael, a single dad from New York who has lost his faith after his wife’s death and is struggling to raise his feisty fourteen-year-old daughter, Elizabeth. When Michael and Elizabeth stumble upon a trapdoor in their church basement, they discover a portal leading back to first-century Jerusalem during the tumultuous last week of Christ’s life. There they encounter Leah, a grieving widow; a menacing soldier who is determined to take Elizabeth as his own; Judas on the last night of his life; and a close-up of the man Jesus. Unable to return to the present, Michael comes face-to-face with some of his most limiting beliefs and realizes he must open himself up to the possibility of a deeper faith in people, in himself, and in love if he is to find his way home.

Discussion Questions

1. Compare Michael and Elizabeth’s relationship with Michael’s relationship with his own father. How are their power struggles and communication difficulties similar and different?

2. Discuss Michael’s relationship with religion. What changed his once-strong faith? How is his belief in God different at the end of the novel? How do Elizabeth’s and Leah’s faith change throughout the novel?

3. Is Michael too overprotective, or just a concerned parent? Does Michael use his fear for Elizabeth to hold himself back from life? Why does he push people away?

4. Why does Michael consistently avoid women and feel almost uncomfortable with them? What is he afraid of? Why does he have so much trouble letting go of Vicki and moving on, going so far as to search for her in Jerusalem?

5. Talk about the different ways Michael and Elizabeth deal with losing Vicki. Throughout the story, they hide their emotions from each other. Why can’t they talk about her with each other? Why do they each blame themselves for her death, when clearly it’s neither one’s fault?

6. How did the narrative format of the novel, incorporating flashbacks throughout, impact your read?

7. Why does Leah take Michael and Elizabeth in so easily? How are they able to accept life together so quickly? What do they learn from each other? What do Michael and Leah see in each other of their missing spouses?

8. Leah and Michael discuss having a “reverence for life,” in both Leah’s time and Michael’s. Michael admits that not much has changed. Reread the passage on pages 157–158 and talk about how the two cultures respect life.

9. Discuss the difference between “kill” and “sacrifice.” Why does Leah ultimately decide not to sacrifice Cassie? What does Elizabeth learn from Cassie? Discuss Cassie’s significance to the story and what she symbolizes.

10. What does Michael make Leah believe?

11. How is the second time Michael denies Christ different from the first?

12. Why do Michael and Elizabeth keep finding excuses to stay in Jerusalem one more day? Is it because they’re drawn to Jesus, or do you see another reason?

13. Why are Michael and Elizabeth so intent on helping Jesus, even though they know how the scene will play out? Why must Michael shoulder his burden? How can Elizabeth lift Michael’s burden?

14. How does Leah break through Michael’s façade? Why doesn’t he ask her to come home with them? Did you like the ending of the book? Why or why not?

15. How does heartbreak shape each character? Do you agree with the title, that heartbreak is sometimes necessary?

Enhance Your Book Club

1. When Michael is a teen, he repeatedly listens to Bruce Springsteen’s album The River and relates especially to the song “Independence Day.” Listen to that song or just look up the lyrics. Is there a song in your own life that has particularly resonated with you or helped you through a difficult situation? Share with your book club.

2. Leah shares a Passover feast with Michael and Liz. Research the history of Passover and try making some dishes for your own feast, such as charoset and matzos.

3. Read the story of Jesus’ crucifixion in the New Testament of the Bible. How do the descriptions in Necessary Heartbreak change your impressions of those events?

A Conversation with Michael J. Sullivan

What inspired you to write this story, mixing time travel with ancient times and customs?

I grew up with a romantic, idealistic view of the church. Over the course of many years, this view eroded, especially during the winter of 1983–84. I was without money and a roof over my head, riding the E train in New York City at night. I sought help from many, including a family friend who helped run a church. He turned me back into the cold New Year’s Eve night in 1983. As I sat on the train pondering, I started to write this novel, drawing on some of the key childhood experiences that still touch my soul today. And I wondered whether this was the church I wanted to be part of in the future. I found myself questioning the wrong person—Jesus Christ. So I wanted to send my characters back in time to restore the meaning of life to myself. I wanted my characters to be part of history’s most important moment. I wanted them to experience what the true meanings of love, faith, and sacrifice really are.

Tell us about your research on Roman and Biblical times. How much is real and how much is enhanced by your imagination?

I tried to stay faithful to the actual events, but I wanted to look at those events from the perspectives of the characters. My first editor, Jenn Kujawski, was instrumental in the research. We dedicated many weeks, even months, to this particular part of the process. The great benefit of this experience was that I learned so much about Jesus Christ, the person.

Can you tell us about your personal faith?

It continues to evolve. I’m human. I question certain aspects of it. As I go along in these books, I learn more through the research process. I continue to gather a greater understanding of what an incredible role model Jesus is for me and for anyone else.

Has your faith ever faltered, like Michael’s?

Yes, many times. It was at an all-time low after I watched my mother die from cancer at the age of forty-seven. She suffered so greatly, and I wondered why she had to endure so much pain at such a young age.

Michael and Elizabeth both have rather volatile relationships with their fathers. How were you able to capture teen angst so well?

I have two daughters myself. As they get older, they become more independent emotionally. I utilized some real-life experiences and allowed them to unfold on the page.

How did you create the character of Leah?

I first wanted the character to be of a background different from Michael’s so I could show that people have much more in common than they realize. In addition, I incorporated several personality characteristics of women I’ve met and admired.

Is the story of Leah’s husband based on real events?

No. I wanted to take the emotional temperature of the times, when confrontation between Jews and Roman soldiers erupted daily. I wanted to show the reader some of the normal tragedies a woman would have had to endure.

The novel captures the viewpoints of a middle-aged father, a teenage girl, and a woman from Biblical times. Which character was the hardest to write?

The most difficult character was Leah, because extensive research was involved. Being of Christian background, I needed to pay particular attention to this character. We spent many, many weeks researching every little detail of Leah’s home, how she would make a living, and the relationships she would have.

Which character was easiest?

Michael. Most of the material associated with him comes purely from my heart: my experiences, my emotions, and my feelings regarding past and present relationships.

Which is your favorite?

Leah is no doubt my favorite. She is intriguing, strong, possessed with the ability to understand the reality of any situation. I built this character from many different women I’ve come across in my life. It was fun to revisit those particular experiences.

You have a successful career as a sportswriter. What made you decide to start writing fiction?

I’ve sat on this story idea for a very long time, over two decades. I’ve tried to revisit it on several occasions, but could never find the proper angle. I spent many nights wondering why my mother was dealt such a severe fate, suffering the ravages of cancer. There were days when a feeling of hopelessness engulfed me, and I wouldn’t know where to turn for answers. One hot May night I awoke with my answer. I dreamed I was on that street when Jesus was riding the donkey, Palm Sunday. I was chasing Him, trying to ask Him why we have to suffer.

Do you lay out your plots beforehand or are there surprises in the writing process?

I would say both. The Biblical scenes were prepared in an outline. And then the characters took over: their personalities evolved, their strengths and weaknesses were unveiled. Some of the flashbacks were written a couple of decades ago, refined and polished over the past couple of years.

Was there ever an ending when Michael and Leah ended up together?

Good question. I’m in the process of answering that in the next book.

Which authors and/or books have most impacted your own writing?

The Power of Positive Thinking, by Norman Vincent Peale, is one book I could read or listen to over and over again. His ability to simplify what life can be to us all motivates me to try and make every day a great one.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

When you’re writing, give yourself ample opportunity to absorb yourself in the story. And it’s fine to incorporate the experiences that move you. There’ll be some rejection—all writers have to listen to many different opinions about their work. But remain faithful to yourself and the work.

Can you tell us about what you’re working on next?

I’m currently writing the sequel, called The Greatest Christmas Gift. It picks up with Michael and Elizabeth in Northport seven months later.

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CKent More than 1 year ago
I must admit, I'm not the strongest reader on this planet, but as soon as I picked up "Necessary Heartbreak" I could not put it down! We hear that term all the time, don't we? Well, in this case it can't be overstated! I did not put this book down until I had read it cover to cover! (That's about 7 hours for us knuckle-draggers!) When I had finished it, I felt as though I had watched a major motion picture! It took one of the oldest stories ever told, and put a modern twist on it without disrespecting the original, nor challenging anyone's beliefs! I can't wait for the next installment of this trilogy! I think I smell a movie here! Tell your friends, they'll thank you for it!
Deanocuse More than 1 year ago
The story was great and was hard to put the book down. I read it in one day and I'm so forward to reading the next in the series. This is a possible movie later on down the road. Great job by M. Sullivan!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The first book in trilogy. It's a gritty read, much different than Everybody's Daughter and its prequel, An Angel Comes Home. In this story, Michael and Elizabeth Stewart witness some of the brutality Christ suffered. It gives them a new perspective about how much pain Jesus went through. I recommend this for anyone who is also suffering from a lack of faith. 
LoveChristianFiction More than 1 year ago
Michael J. Sullivan has written an incredible first novel, the first book of the trilogy. He places his characters in First-Century Jerusalem, interacting with the apostles Peter and Judas as well as Christ Himself. It is a tense, action-adventure that keeps you turning the pages quickly. I loved the relationship between the father and daughter. Leah is a beautifully detailed character, both mystical and intriguing. Mr. Sullivan does a fine job with the plot and has us on edge right until the end -- waiting anxiously for the second book.
lissabird More than 1 year ago
You MUST read this book! I was so enthralled that I literally read it in one marathon session over the course of an evening. It is a great action/adventure story with a time traveling twist (admittedly, a favorite literary device of mine)... but it is so much more than that! Full of complicated love stories (husband/wife; parent/child, etc.) and questions of faith and belief. I hate to sound trite, but it really did make me laugh and cry at turns... and truly made me think as well. I can't wait for the rest of this trilogy.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What a great story! I look foward to starting the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this ebook because I had received the second volume (Everybody's Daughter) free through the Free Fridays Nook program. Somehow, for $11, I expected something more than 200 pages - almost a short story. It's a good story, but save your money and read Everybody's Daughter - it stands on its own, and it's a good yarn. And a lot less expensive.
ReaderwriterBarb More than 1 year ago
Necessary Heartbreak by Mike J. Sullivan published by Gallery Books, copyright 2010 is a novel you can't miss. I couldn't put it down once I started reading, since I was hooked from the first chapter. The main characters are a single dad and his daughter, Michael and Elizabeth. Journey with them through life's obstacle course in the world, as we know it today, as well as through first-century Jerusalem. Michael losses two important women in his life, loves of his life, his mother and his wife. Left with his daughter to raise, he strives to do the best he can and vows never to leave her or allow anyone to hurt her. But, in Jerusalem, Roman soldiers threaten to overpower him, and one wants Elizabeth for his wife. She's only 14, not even allowed to kiss, so Michael is determined not to let this solider have his way with his daughter, but can he save her? While helping the local church with food pantry items, Elizabeth finds a trap door and explores while Michael goes back upstairs for more items. He returns and follows his daughter through the hole in the basement floor to a world that's only existed in the pages of the Bible. After the loss of his mother and living on New York streets homeless, his faith is shaken, but he soon discovers Jesus is real when Jesus looks at him and says, "Heartbreak is necessary for one to understand how great God's gift of time truly is." He asks Michael if he's there to life his burden, or to help Jesus with his. Then, Jesus informs him that he shouldn't look too far, since his daughter can lift his burden. Without the help of a beautiful green-eyed lady in Jerusalem, Leah, Michael and his daughter would have been easy prey for the Roman soldiers, but will her help be enough to save Elizabeth from marrying an unknown Roman soldier, or will she be forced to become his wife to save herself and her father? A novel that truly mixes life's problems of today and blends them with history, this book will enrich your life and soul. It's a pleasurable read I started late on a Friday evening and completed on the following Sunday. And, it deciphers today's teens well, always in a hurry with earbuds tucked in their ears. Parents of today compete with Ipods, cell phones, and electronics for attention. But, Michael and Elizabeth are whisked back in time and history where no electronic gadgets can aid their rescue, and Liz, as she's called by her friends, has to learn to deal with life on a very humble level without her cell phone. She's grateful for her father and never wants him to leave her side. Will their world ever return to normal? If it does, will Leah be a part of it, or will they be forced to leave her to the Roman soldiers? Will heartbreak be necessary for all of them to survive? In my honest and humble opinion, this novel is a must read, and one of the best books I've read since last summer when I read Lynn Austin's All She Ever Wanted.
denski More than 1 year ago
Sad to say but I have not read a book in years!! Now I can not wait until
this great author MJ SULIVAN strikes again.......I could not put it down.
I read it with a flash light in bed just so my wife did't at me scream. Although after she read the book she enjoyed it so much that I wouldn't have got in trouble. I love the way the author went back and forth in time and the relation between the father and daughter was so real Sullivan did a great job with it. It justed seem so real like you were there. I can't say enough. Great Work Mike!! Lets get the next one on the
shelves soon......... Denski NPT
Progoil More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I couldn't wait to finish it because I needed to know what happened. I can't wait for the next books in the series and I look forward to reading them. Wish they were here already. This book makes you appreciate your kids and the people around you that you love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book will keep you entertained, wondering what the next turn will bring. The character development is strong and predictable, but the relationships and what they are built upon (family, love, etc) are remarkable. I look forward to following M.J. and his characters through many novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Clean book. Good for teenagers. For those without faith or with faith. 
knittingmomof3 on LibraryThing 19 days ago
From my blog...I quite honestly did not know what to expect when I began reading Necessary Heartbreak by Michael J. Sullivan, although the novel pleasantly surprised me. Michael Stewart is a loving and struggling single father to 14-year-old Elizabeth, a rather typical teen, yet with so many questions about the mother she never got to know. Michael and Elizabeth are helping with the church's volunteer food drive and come across a mysterious trap door in the church's basement. Being curious Elizabeth goes through, and her father, unable to find her, enters himself, only to discover they have somehow been transported to Jerusalem, just prior to the crucifixion of Christ. During their time in Jerusalem, Michael and Elizabeth learn a lot about themselves and each other as well as Leah, the kind woman who took them in and kept them safe. Sullivan tells the narrative alternating between the present and the flashbacks from Michael's troubled past, Elizabeth's desire to make her dad happy, and Leah's losses. Will Michael and Elizabeth be able to find their way home or will they be forever trapped in Jerusalem? At the heart of the novel there are two Catholics who have lost some of their faith staying with a Jewish woman during Passover, which added a lovely dimension to the novel. The novel offers up some interesting questions that a discussion group could dive into, but as a solitary reader I remained ambivalent. I truly enjoyed the character of Leah and wish I would have felt as strongly toward Michael and Elizabeth. Necessary Heartbreak is a short and quick read which delves into some of the deepest issues of what it truly means to love, suffer loss, and to have faith.
cinnleigh on LibraryThing 19 days ago
I started and restarted this sentence about four times, trying to figure out how to share my thoughts about NECESSARY HEARTBREAK by M.J. Sullivan with you. I¿m not one to be short on words, as we all know (and hopefully love) and yet I¿m having a hard time coming up with many for this book. Why? That¿s a good question.NECESSARY HEARTBREAK follows a father and daughter as they end up travelling back in time to the last days of Christ before the resurrection. When I originally read the synopsis, I thought it would be an interesting read for me, taking the story of Christ and throwing this new time travelling spin on it. What would it look like if we could travel back in time to witness all the wonders of the world we were curious about?Sadly, while the synopsis caught my attention, the book couldn¿t hold it.Here¿s the confusing part. This is a good book. The story is lovely and will probably be quite moving to many Christians. Who wouldn¿t want to go back and witness the last days of Christ, reaffirming their spiritual faith and belief in God? This is a wonderful piece of Christian Fiction that I think will probably find a happy home on the bookshelf of many families.So why am I having such a hard time reviewing it? I don¿t tend to read Christian Fiction. This is simply a matter of me thinking a book would interest me and being mistaken about that. This is not a negative reflection on the story or author as I believe that many other people may find these to be superb. I did like the characters and I think many will love the message behind the book. Mr. Sullivan obviously put a lot of time and effort into creating this book. From an objective standpoint, if there was anything that could have made this book stand out to me a bit more despite the reading preference differences, it would have been the character development. While they were fun to read, it would have been nice to see them have a little more oomph.
ReviewsFromTheHeart on LibraryThing 23 days ago
What would you do if you found yourself transported completely by accident into the Biblical past, back to the time of Jesus' ministry just before the crucifixion? Well that is exactly what happens to Michael Stewart and his daughter, Elizabeth.Having many struggles early on in his life, Michael now finds himself raising his daughter, Elizabeth on his own, having lost his wife, Vicki. Now Michael has turned his back on his faith in God and in a surprising turn of events, while helping out a food drive at the local church, Elizabeth disappears into the basement behind an ancient door in the floor. When Michael attempts to go after her, they find themselves transported into first-century Jerusalem during the last week of Jesus Christ's life.Not exactly being dressed in local attire and coming to the aid of a man being severely beaten by Roman soldiers, Michael is arrested for interfering. He soon finds out the man he attempted to rescue was Barabbas, accused of murdering a Roman soldier. Now trapped within an ancient prison, all Michael wants to do is find Elizabeth and get back to their real home. Elizabeth finds herself the center of unwanted attention when one of the Roman soldiers, Marcus, sees a possible wife in finding her. Now she must remain hidden while the Passover feast begins and the city is swarming with soldiers and citizens. She finds shelter and security being taken in by a local woman named Leah, who knows Michael already. How is that possible if they just entered Jerusalem today?When Michael is released from prison, he thinks it's because he's befriended by Marcus, only he is using Michael as bait to find Elizabeth. When Michael attempts to find Elizabeth in the busy city, he comes face to face with Jesus Christ as he is entering the city on Palm Sunday. Will Michael and Elizabeth ever find their way back home, or does God have bigger plans by transporting Michael back in the past to find his love for Christ again?In the novel, Necessary Heartbreak by Michael J. Sullivan, the reader is given a great look into the historical world of ancient Jerusalem and how we might view this time in history through the eyes of Michael and Elizabeth. This is Michael Sullivan's debut novel and I was fortunate enough to read the sequel to this one first, Everybody's Daughter and immediately found the connection between the two stories. This is a fantastic series for anyone who loves Bible history and who would love to go back in time without the fear of being really trapped there like our characters from the story. I love how both characters view this opportunity to meet Jesus in this once in a lifetime moment.I received this book compliments of Michael J. Sullivan for my honest review and once again have to applaud his talents as a writer. Even though this is his debut novel, it was well thought out and the story line is amazing. It truly holds the readers attention throughout and wonder just what the interactions will be during their trip into the past. I rate this one a 5 out of 5 stars and if you love science fiction blended with a bit of history with a Christian twist, then this is the perfect book for you.
koalatees on LibraryThing 23 days ago
Michael Stewart is a single father struggling to raise his thirteen-year-old daughter Elizabeth. One day, Michael and Elizabeth step into a root cellar in the basement of a church. The root cellar leads to first century Jerusalem during Christ¿s last week. With the help of Leah, a new friend, Michael must come to terms with the past and protect Elizabeth, so both of them can make it back home.This has got to be the hardest review for me to post. Honestly, I wanted to like the book, but I just didn¿t. I will start with the good. First, I liked the idea of traveling back to Jerusalem. My second favorite part of of Necessary Heartbreak was when Michael first meets Jesus. The flashbacks of Vickie, Michael¿s wife, were also entertaining. Reading about the relationship between Vickie and Michael was my favorite part about the novel. Last, I found Leah to be a great character. Something about her just intrigued me.Now with the bad. I found most of the characters to be flat, especially Elizabeth. Looking back, the only thing I learned about her was that she was embarassed by her father. Most people can guess that by the end of the story, Elizabeth will not be as embarassed by her father anymore. I also felt that she should be slightly younger than thirteen. She seemed too whiny to be 13. Maybe 11 or 12 would have suited her better. I liked Michael more than I liked Elizabeth, but he still lacked some depth. While readers learn quite a bit about Michael¿s past, I feel that there is more to him. Maybe the next two books of the trilogy will tell more, but I don¿t see myself reading them.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She ran in tears streaming down her face.
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Short but thrilling story about finding a miracle in a church. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I feel that this story is more for teens/young adults who are versed in the stories of the bible. The description and content are geared to that audience. The storyline is endearing and has a lesson. This would make a wonderful family made-for-TV movie to be shown around the Easter holiday.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an awesome book. I read the whole trilogy, and  I love it!
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Jesus is here for all of us. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read this for Easter. The story gave me hope about making it in this cruel world. Christ gives me hope. He gives all of us hope.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fast story about holy week. Wish there were more interactions with Jesus.