The blurb: The second coming is nigh . . . it just happens to be coming at rather an inconvenient time.
It’s been an eventful month for the village of Little Collyweston: Reverend Andy Biddle, still trying to regain his dignity following an ill-advised omelette analogy during a sermon, teeters on the brink of scandal. Opinionated parishioner Sathan Petty-Saphon has spotted an opportunity to seize control of the church. And young Gerard Feehan has, thanks to the Vicar, embarked on a journey of self-discovery that will quite possibly lead his Mother to an act of homicide.
It’s hardly surprising that no one has noticed that the new attendant at their church services is Jesus. Who would believe that the almighty would choose their unremarkable village for the second coming? But he has, and it looks like his arrival could clash terribly with the annual parish entertainment.
Funny, touching and original, this charming debut will change the status of the English country village forever.
My review: This is a sweet and charming book that I raced through. It’s a very easy read and cleverly thought out. Not necessarily original, the second coming is something I’ve read about it fiction before (but then originality is probably hard to come by!) but it’s handled with humour and warmth. If any book would make me want to go to church it’s this one!
Lark handles the politics and emotions of a small village with ease and wit, the religion isn’t heavy but covers all the human parts of Christianity, love they neighbour and acceptance, showing up the hilarious consequences when you follow scripture too closely. There’s also some heavy hitting emotional themes in here too, being an outcast, coming to terms with your differences and they’re all handled with aplomb, leaving the reader feeling that all would be right with the world if we were just a bit kinder to each other.
The only thing that kept pulling me out of the story and back to reality was a constant use of full names, when you’re over halfway through a book, you know the characters and don’t need them to be constantly referred to by their entire names. I couldn’t even read the name Sathan Petty-Saphon by the middle, my eyes had to slide past the name, it was an annoying name, hard to pronounce and unnecessarily always mentioned by the last name which was frustrating. Mini rant over.
This is a thoroughly charming book!
7 out of 10 Stars! *******
BUY ME! More Tea, Jesus?