My friend Marissa lent me The Shack by William P. Young, as I had heard a lot about it and wanted to see what it was like. It has actually taken me an absurd amount of time to read it (she lent it to me in July) because I got distracted by being home and then by Jane Austen.
It’s hard to explain what it’s about without ruining the plot. So here’s the blurb from the back cover:
Mackenzie Allen Philips’s youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later, in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting himback to that shack for a weekend.
Against his better judgement he arrives at the shack on a wintry aftenoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he fnds there will change Mack’s world forever.
I really can’t say much mor than that without giving it all away and it is so worth giving in to your curiosity right now and finding someone to borrow the book from. It made me cry and gave me encouragement and assurance and a clearer glimpse through the dark glass into something so much beyond our understanding. I finished it in the park yesterday afternoon, in the warm sunshine, surrounded by so many people enjoying car-free Sunday, and felt such joy at that moment. An amazing story.