When I first saw that Donald Miller was going to release a book about growing up without a father, I was a little disappointed. It’s not that it’s a great subject, but I was never without my dad, and it just seemed like such a serious turn for him to take in his writing.
The flipside is, I enjoy Miller’s writing so much, I decided to pick it up anyway. So glad I did.
The book continues to carry his style which is so readable and so insightful all at the same time. I can’t express enough how much I appreciate this.
Even more than his writing, I appreciated his perspective on manhood. I think the homophobia that is so prevalent in Christian circles creates this need for a macho image of the Christian man. I loved Miller’s perspective that it is okay for him to own the John Hughes DVD collection and still be a man. So much is lost in a manhood that leaves no room for tenderness and creative expression. That message alone made the book worth reading for any man as far as I’m concerned.
Miller is a great thinker, and hopefully that isn’t lost in his ‘boy next door’ persona. I look forward to more books themed around difficult subjects.