
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Glennon Doyle talks about her family, life, and philosophies. I haven't read her other books and didn't know of her ministry prior to reading her book.
I really enjoyed reading this memoir(?) at first, but as I continued with it I found many sections to be repetitive. Often, I could predict what her response to the situation described in the chapter would be.
She is very verbose and could tend toward preachy. She would make her point and then hammer it home. It got old. Her writing came across with a certain smugness that really put me off. I got a "look at me" vibe from her writing. She mentions difficult times throughout her story, but doesn't really give us a look into them. I understand these are very private moments, but she's writing about her life and she broached the topics.
I'm still deciding what I think about her self-describing as a Christian writer. She refers to God as the Knowing, and refers to Christ as the "Jesus story". It sounded as though she was not willing to offend, and was tiptoeing around the language associated with being Christian.
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