Thanks, part of me was a little disturbed by just how angry this book made me. I kept thinking, 'what's wrong with me? Do I actually want one of the characters to die?' But all I could think of the whole time this girl was *supposedly* dying was how many people would have loved to have that opportunity to spend last moments with loved ones, but, of course, she could brush it off because the author was never going to really let her die. Some of it just hit too close to home - sweet, young Christian couple with the future bright before them....but some couples never get that future.

I know this feeling; reading a story such as you describe this one, and thinking "no, that's not what happens in real life," real life is often hard and painful and rarely sweetly sentimental, no matter how strong your faith. I get incredibly angry when authors write in a way that sends the message: if only you believe in God enough, your life will be all happiness and rainbows. Faith gets you through the pain, but it doesn't protect you from it. To say otherwise, even in fiction, is dishonest and it's why I stay away from the genre.

Yes! Exactly! I'm glad, because I kind of felt like I was exposing my crazy writing this.

If it's a crazy, it's a shared crazy, at least. :D