I have found a book that is almost indescribably bad: Misfit, by Jon Skovron. I’ve only revealed the title and the author so that you will know to avoid it.
Had the author’s only crime been to use every known cliche except “My wife doesn’t understand me,” I wouldn’t be writing this. No. By “bad” I mean intolerable; toxic; spiritually polluting; intellectually stultifying; reprehensible; unfit for human consumption. Worst of all, its target audience is teenage girls. Apparently this is what passes for teen literature, these days–which is a sad commentary on our times, as Caligula might say. I suppose Caligula might have written a book like this, had he been a teen lit author instead of a depraved Roman emperor who thought he was a god. But he’d be very hard put to come up with something worse.
If Mr. Skovron were here, I would ask him the following questions:
*Do you truly believe that Jesus Christ is just one of the gang with Zeus, Mohammed, Confucius, Osiris, Sea Biscuit, et al?
*Do you believe you really can take all the religions of the world and lump them all together into a big, fat, feel-good mish-mosh, regardless of their competing claims to truth?
*If the above religious prescription is not what you’re sincerely recommending to teenagers, then what is your purpose in vandalizing orthodox Christian beliefs?
*Do you believe the Bible lies to us about the nature of God and man, good and evil, heaven and hell, the world, truth, and morality?
If you can answer “yes” to any of these, boyo, you’ve got some serious repenting to do. I don’t know whether you have any children of your own, but I’d sure like to be there when your daughter asks you, “Well, then, Daddy–what is true?” I’d just love to hear your answer. Meanwhile, parents can do a good deed by not buying this book for their children.
PS: I have taught in Catholic school, and never met a student as lame, as dull, as stereotypically over-acculturated as the teenage characters in Mr. Skovron’s novel. He probably needs to get out more.