This was a kinda weird and distinctly disappointing little novel. It felt very much like a YA novel, but I'm not sure how much fo that was becuase it's also a Christian novel--the publisher is an explicitly Christian one, I've probably seen that before and I probably persist in not remembering that. Oops and oh well. Anyway, there are some decent turns of phrase here, and some decent characterization--the POV is particularly nicely done; the problem is the way the story tries to have it all the ways between divine (or at least angelic) intervention, delusional mental illness, and rational explanations. It feels like a vague rugpull, even when you see it coming like 200 pages ahead (it's not at all subtle, really). At least it was a quick read.
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