I have been reading an intriguing but disturbing book called, Jesus Land. When I bought it, I figured it would delve into the complex relations between Christian and non-Christian children and families. It does that, but in a very negative way.
So, yesterday, I read the last chapter (skipped all of the middle) and trashed it. It was such a downer.
To replace it I bought, Wicked. The story of why the Wicked Witch of the West became "wicked." It seems to be much less of a bummer, while still challenging "our pre-conceived notions about the nature of good and evil."
The moral of the story: Don't judge a book by its cover (or title).
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