Thursday, July 18, 2013

The Widower by Ryan LaForge

Young lawyer Jacob McKinley–Old Charleston money and socialite–had it all until God took his loving new bride, Leah, in an instant.

Dr. Bill Foster, dynamo pastor and Leah’s father, empowers Jacob to find a way forward in his battles with his resentful widowed mother, a sister-in-law who blames Jacob for Leah’s death, ruthless business partners–and God.

Spunky grad student Rachel Anders sparks Jacob from prolonged malaise and self-perceived guilt for his incomplete work as a husband. When Jacob gets a chance to save the life of Rachel’s teenage brother, bonds form. But what about these feelings he’s developed for Rachel? Is there a timetable on loving another?

God lays the path back to faith, life, and love in Jacob’s lap. If only the silver-spoon boy can step up and become a man again.

I had high hopes for the Widower.  Jacob McKinley is only twenty-eight when he buries his young wife, Leah.  I can't even imagine the significant loss of losing your mate, and Jacob spends the majority of the novel bringing that to life.

I felt sorry for him, but after a while, his sniveling really got on my last nerve.  Dr. Bill Foster, Leah's father and pastor, tries to help Jacob in his grief, giving all of his worries to God. Rachel is a grad student who Jacob starts to have feelings for, then feels guilty over.  He tries to help her brother and that brings them closer together.

While the setting is beautifully described and the characters are full developed and relatable, I just couldn't connect on any level with any of them.  I wasn't invested in the novel except wanting to know how Leah died and how Rachel's brother fared.  I did enjoy the Christian dynamics through-out and felt that it added depth to the novel.  LaForge writes beautifully and the pages moved quickly, I just wish there was an added plot point to give this simple story more depth.  All in all, I'd say this read is just okay.  I would, however, read another of LaForge's work in the future, just because I did enjoy his writing style.

*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

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