I overheard a discussion at the library this weekend between a young clerk and a teen-aged looking patron:
"What are those Left Behind books? Are they any good?"
"Um . . . they're . . . um . . . they're religious. They're about . . . like . . . the Rapture?"
"Oh."
"Yeah."
I wanted to hug them both.
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A coworker once recommended them to me. My reply (not really but I *thought* it really hard)?
"Sure, I'd love to read a book about something that traumatized me so greatly as a child I still have nightmares about it." Thank you for your kind intentions, but no.
Part of me thinks the books would be enormously entertaining, but there's the other part of me . . . the part that remembers lying in bed in grade school, straining to hear the sounds of sirens . . . I think those books would scare me.
I read the first one - or I should say, I read the first twenty pages of the first one, skimmed the rest, and gave up. Although I found the non-Christian airplane pilot protagonist oddly interesting. Like a real person.
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