THEY ALMOST ALWAYS COME HOME by Cynthia Ruchti

They_Almost_Always_Come_Home_final_cover_186x300   Ever had your spouse say, “I’m just going out for cigarettes.”  and then never return?  Me neither, but it does happen.  The guy in They Almost Always Come Home leaves for a camping trip alone, and umm doesn’t seem to make it back.

Lots of back story drama.  The couple’s daughter died,  the marriage is not doing so well.  He was supposed to be gone for two weeks, making a solo trip deep into the back wilderness.   The wife teams up with her father-in-law who knows the wilderness, and off they go to find/rescue the husband.   Assuming, of course, that the husband actually wants to come back.

My guess is that there are a lot of people who would like to take off alone for two weeks to sort out their heads.   Sometimes a bit of distance helps you get some perspective on life.    My guess is also that there are a lot of people who would like to just disappear and start over somewhere else.

This was a good book.  Good writing, almost likable characters,  so for me, that made them more real.  You know, the way you want to smack them upside their heads and say ‘GET A GRIP!’.  We don’t have to like characters for a novel to work for us.  Sometimes,  having characters that are just this side of annoying, like cousin Helen or Uncle Fred,  make them seem more real than if they were out and out bad, or just too goody goody to be believable.  I believe I am the only goody goody who is believable.

This is in the Christian fiction category,  but the reasons I liked it were the interesting plot and the fact that nobody was doing overly much preaching at me, The Reader.   We have to understand that people function daily on the basis of their belief systems.   If they are devout Christians, that fact should inform their actions, and I, the Atheist General, am not offended by seeing how someone of specific religious beliefs would (or should) act, just as long as they aren’t trying to proselytize and convert me.

It’s all good.

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