The Shack

I heard about The Shack for a couple of months before I read it. My friend Marilyn Weisenburg, whose soldier-son was killed in Iraq, told me and other members of a group that we all belong to about the novel. Then she bought copies for all of us—she liked it that much.

The author, William P. Young, weaves a convincing character, a devastating loss, and understandable theology into an awe inspiring novel. Young presents the Trinity (don’t you love the word? the way it sounds? what it means?) in a way that brings deep hope and intense comfort to the reader.

Once I started reading The Shack I couldn’t put it down, and now my husband is racing through it too. The book is sublime. After a tragic start, the story transported me to a safe and beautiful place. Now, a week after I finished reading The Shack, I want to start all over and read it again. (Last night I picked up the book and thumbed through the pages. It’s black print on paper, like all books without pictures, but still I was a little surprised. I marveled, again, at the color and power and emotions that all of those words created.)

I can’t even speculate what experiences of loss and love led Young to write The Shack, but he is obviously a humble person who has known immense sorrow and profound joy. Check out his website and blog for more details. (You can also order books from this site.)

This novel (oh, the power of fiction) has changed the way I think. And now I also have a list of people that I want to buy copies for. I’m so thankful that Marilyn bought a copy for us—that she did more than just recommend The Shack.

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I, too, read "The Shack" and I want to add a hearty "AMEN" to what Leslie says.