Have you ever dreaded a book? I mean, really dreaded opening a book? I wish I could say that wasn’t the case with Muscular Faith, but for me it was. For those who follow my blog you’ve noticed I haven’t posted a book review in quite some time – and, unfortunately, that’s for a good (or not so good) reason: the current book I’ve been reading for review for the past three months has been a bear to pickup and read.
So I finally decided I’m not going to finish reading it. I actually made it about 40% of the way through the book – further than I would go on a book I didn’t like (normally I give it between 10-20%), but since I was reading this to review I felt some moral obligation to finish it. But my moral obligation ended when I found I wasn’t reading anything because I felt so tied down to reading this book (to review it), but then I didn’t want to read it so I just avoided it. That’s not fair to me or the rest of my library – so I stopped.
It’s not that Muscular Faith was bad in terms of it’s theology or content – it was just a bear to read. Ben Patterson had some great things to say in the book – I even underlined a few spots here and there – but for whatever reason I just couldn’t deal with his style. In short, I always felt like I was being yelled at by a football coach instead of being instructed, guided, mentored, or counseled by an advisor. I’m going to give this book 1/5 stars, but to be fair let’s remember I didn’t read the entire thing.
For the record, I was given a free copy of the book by the publisher for an honest (and not necessarily favorable) review.