Crooked Lines by Holly Michael


Book reviews are subjective. I tend to rate books not according to how “perfect” they are, seem to be, or are said to be in general but rather to how perfect they are to me. I received a free copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Four Silver Stars

Crooked LinesCrooked Lines by Holly Michael

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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While book covers may or may not immediately catch my attention, they’re rarely what persuade me to read a book. However, running across the beautiful image of the Taj Mahal against a blue sky set over sunset-hued water is what made me want to read Crooked Lines.

I liked seeing the parallels between Rebecca’s and Sagai’s lives in different worlds, and I enjoyed the story of Sagai’s challenging journey to priesthood the most. I could have been watching a documentary about him or could’ve been right there with him, traveling through India via author Holly Michael’s thoughtful descriptions of people and places Rebecca dreamed of encountering in person one day. Sagai was rather endearing, with his big heart and naïveté, but his character came the most alive to me when his anger surfaced on account of injustice, rounding out his humanness, raising the difficult question of how he would choose to proceed in his love and service for God as his naïveté passed away.

Rebecca’s story was sometimes hard for me to get through, as the layering of her misfortunes, mistakes, and depressing thoughts following her baby sister’s tragic death made me long for more sparks of light–if even whimsical or lighthearted light–to break up some of the thickening darkness. Even with Sagai’s challenges, his love and enduring sense of purpose gave returning to India a relieving effect in a number of the chapters.

The reading got a little bumpy at points, sometimes in conversations where it wasn’t clear which character was speaking or to whom, when questions would end with periods instead of question marks, and other minor editing errors.

Yet, the message of hope, the hope of something straight and divine eventually coming through all of the crooked lines, held its own. Though the end of the story could be seen from the beginning, it was still satisfying when it came.


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