
The
book opens with the story of a six-year-old girl lost in the woods. The reader
stands with Braestrup as she stands with the terrified parents, waiting, cold
and afraid. When the parents tell her they don’t believe in God, Kate reassures
them that she’s merely there to wait with them. There’s something tremendously
tender in that waiting.
The
rest of the book unfurls like a sheaf of papers, one story after the other,
loosely connected, not in any strict order. And yet, because of Braestrup’s
easy and confident tone, I felt secure in the journey on which she was leading
me.
This
is not merely a sad story. At times, Braestrup is hilariously self-deprecating.
She’s funny and sweet about her kids. She has excellent timing with jokes,
anecdotes, and quips surrounding her beloved game wardens. But, she’s also
generous with her life observations, her biblical interpretations, and her
patient belief in the human spirit.
This
is a story about faith - what it means to have faith and be faithful. Braestrup’s
version of religion lies more in the goodness of people than in any divine
being (although she clearly acknowledges and believes in a higher being). This
is a story about grief, and the capacity for the human heart to go on. It’s an
acknowledgement of the frailty of life, and the risk we take by engaging in it.
Braestrup writes with such humanity that readers will be hard-pressed to leave
this book without feeling something like hope.
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