Becky Taylor, a young woman burdened by great expectations, is lying on a cold recovery table in an abortion clinic when she hears a man's voice, then gunshots. She holds her breath and lies perfectly still behind the curtain. When the gunman is finished, Becky is the only one left alive in the clinic. This act brings together two strangers who both seek answers to life's most wrenching questions, mainly: Are God's love and mercy big enough for every sin? The answer transforms multiple lives.
|Publisher:||The Crown Publishing Group|
|Product dimensions:||5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.70(d)|
About the Author
Sylvia Bambola received the Silver Angel Award for Refiner's Fire, as well as the Small Press Editor's Choice Award for her first novel, A Vessel of Honor (published under the pen name Margaret Miller). A resident of New York, she is a frequent speaker at Christian women's events. Sylvia and her husband have two grown children.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I was really looking forward to reading this book because it was supposed to deal with the emotional aftermath of an extremely difficult issue (abortion more so than the clinic shooting) faced by a young girl with an unwanted pregnancy. Rather than discussng this topic in a meaningful way, the book spiraled down into extreme pro-life propoganda and ended up sounding completely ridiculous. Basically, the basis of the book consists of the following: Abortion doctors are alcoholics, operate on their patients while drunk, and molest their patients because the patients 'don't have any virtue left anyway.' Abortion clinic owners get filthy rich from running abortion clinics and abuse their spouses. Abortion clinics purposely make women wait to have abortions until the fetus is more developed (even if the woman wants the abortion right away in the first trimester) so the clinic can sell fetus body parts and make more money. The state health regulators let abortion clinics do whatever they want and ignore any applicable health regulations. The pro-life advocates, who are all perfect angels, are really the ones who get threatened and harassed and are being unfairly blamed for threats to abortion clinics. In fact, the shooting at the abortion clinic in this story was really masterminded by the abortion clinic owner to get rid of the drunk doctor. This book was SO extreme - and is admittedly a story of fiction - yet continued to set forth certain scenarios and statistics as 'truth.' I found it embarassing and the prose was not written particularly well. It does not contribute to the abortion debate in any meaningful way.
This book truly changed my perspective on abortion. I can never look at it the same way again, and it really showed me the compassion that God has for all his children.
Her father keeps a tight leash on seventeen year old Becky Taylor so when she becomes pregnant with Skip¿s child, she has no one to turn to for help. After agonizing on what to do, she decides to obtain an abortion. However, as she lies behind a curtain, an assailant kills everyone in the clinic. Her silence or perhaps God¿s intervention keeps Becky alive. However, the investigation leads to a bigger story besides the mass killings as aborted infants are sold for their parts. The law enforcement officials have quite a task to uncover the truth of both the killings and the sales starting with Dr. Emerson. Meanwhile Becky struggles with her own demons. Sylvia Bambola provides a powerful indictment of the abortion clinics¿ factory-like approach to clients that leaves no doubt where she stands on the complex issue. However, the author fails to provide the full picture by concentrating on post abortion syndrome, but mostly ignoring the gut wrenching pre-decision process that many people struggle with as a personal quandary. The story line is well written, but whether one relishes the novel depends on which side of the issue the reader supports. Using middle class characters only also fails to paint the panorama of a complex societal dilemma unless Ms. Bambola recommends the host mother be arrested for murder as the rich have Europe, the middle class has Canada and the Caribbean, and the teenage poor not near borders have hangers. Harriet Klausner