This is going to be a short review, simply because I don’t want to spoil the plot (which, when you get right down to it, hinges on a single, interesting, controversial twist to the Christian faith). If you’re deeply religious, and don’t like to have your theology questioned, this is so very definitely not the book for you. Please turn around, walk away, and forget you ever heard of it. Trust me.
If you’re a little bit homophobic, and can’t appreciate the beauty of two men in love; if you’re at all uneasy at the thought of mixing a little horror with your eroticism; if you’re squeamish as the thought of mixing and consuming bodily fluids; once again, this is not the book for you. Put it back on the shelf and resist the temptation to peek inside.
If, however, you enjoy an intelligent story with a slow-burning romance; if you feel all warm and gooey at the thought of two men sharing their emotions; if you enjoy some creativity in your sexual encounters; this may just be the book you’ve been looking for. Grab yourself a copy, settle in somewhere comfortable, draw the blinds, close the door, and get reading.
Personally, I picked this one up specifically for the heretical twist, but was quite delighted to find it a strong enough read to keep me interested once the shock value wore off. There were a few unanswered questions at the end, and I’ll admit I got a little exasperated with all of the crying, but I also liked the fact that this was a story that was about more than just sex.
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