This is the second of Picoult’s novels that I’ve read in about as many weeks and I have to admit that I skim read most of it. I enjoyed the overall romantic and legal aspects of the novel however the religious element bored me – it was just too much.
Faith is a young girl that lives with both her parents, her mother Mariah is a previously clinically depressed and suicidal woman and her father Colin is an adulterer. Faith’s world is tipped upside down when she walks in on her father showering with another woman, of course as a little girl she doesn’t understand the ramifications of this, just that it makes her mother sad.
Next we know Faith has an imaginary friend, a friend that can heal, a friend that is a woman, a friend who is called God. Is she mad? Is she making it up? Is her mother putting thoughts into her head so that she can achieve fame? Or is she just a sad little girl?
Cue Ian Fletcher, the man to blow the lies out the water and prove that God isn’t real, or so he intends. Fletcher is hiding a family secret and when Faith begins to perform miracles he wonders if one can be saved for his family.
Fletcher is presented as a hound, a journalist with no morals but when it comes to his family he will do anything to help, with Faith proving that God may well just be real Fletcher allows himself to open to Mariah and soon they are romantically involved. As Colin fights for the custody he originally relinquished Fletcher becomes the ally no one expected.
It a responsible story but it’s not one I’d intend on reading again so this one will be destined for the charity shop.
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