I am not one to rail against novels; if I don't like something, that's well and good, but I'd rather let others form their own opinions on things. I so disliked this book, though, I have been driven to say something to counter all the positive reviews. The novel is entirely trite and predictable. I could anticipate the events, the actions, what the characters would say (no shock when the Jewish grandmother would exclaim "oye!") - even the last page of the book. Every hot topic was pulled out to drag in the reader: an affair, a divorce, an attempted suicide, a possible god-sighting, miracles, stigmata, love, good vs. evil, Christian vs. Judaism, exploitation, mental illness, gender empowerment, and a court room climax. Eye-rolling plot aside, it did not read well, either. The speaker would often shift from first person to third with a pattern that I couldn't pick out. Chapters would begin with feeble assertions ("The Priest had never seen a crowd so large." or "The Private Investigator had learned never to trust anyone." etc.) that sounded as if a high schooler was composing his first creative writing paper. The book screams for a Lifetime adaptation for movie of the week, and begs to be chosen for Oprah's book club (though it is not of that caliber). Spiritual novels about love and family can be a joy to read, but everything rang so false in this book that I'm still kicking myself for wasting time on it.