I have to say I was very excited to read this book. Ian Cron wrote a book I reviewed earlier in the year entitled Chasing Francis, and I enjoyed his style thoroughly – I even gave the book a good review. But the further I got into this book the more disappointed I became.
Perhaps it was my expectation from the title, but with “Jesus” as the first word I thought Jesus would play a bigger role in the book. But I was sadly mistaken. The book focused on the life of Ian as he grew up with an alcoholic father. This is a story many people relate to and many books are written about, though what sets it apart for Ian is that his father works on-and-off for the CIA. But Jesus? He figures as a minor role in the story at best (let’s be honest – after reading the book I think his Nanny may have had a bigger influence on him that Christ), quite different than what I expected.
The writing was whimsical and I found myself laughing so hard in spots I cried, and if I was reading just any old autobiography of any person who was not claiming to be a Christian and who didn’t include the word “Jesus” in the title I would have given this book 5/5 stars – it was that enjoyable to read. But I was looking for more spiritual insight, more discussion regarding how Ian found Christ and how that experience changed – neigh, transformed – his life. But what I experienced were some passing references to Christ. It gave me a greater understanding of what it must have been like to live with an alcoholic, spy father, but it in no way drew me closer to the cross.
So, regrettably, I have to give this book only 1/5 stars.