Author: Richard Paul Evans
Published: October 9, 2007
Reviewed By: Jessica
Jessica’s Rating: 4 stars
Dates Read: December 1-5, 2019
A heartwarming and inspirational Christmas novel in the tradition of The Christmas Box and Finding Noel from New York Times bestselling author Richard Paul Evans. Sure to be a classic, this new tale brings to life the joy of the season and demonstrates the redemptive power of love: there is no hurt so great that love cannot heal it.
Nathan Hurst hated Christmas. For the rest of the world it was a day of joy and celebration; for Nathan it was simply a reminder of the event that destroyed his childhood until a snowstorm, a cancelled flight, and an unexpected meeting with a young mother and her very special son would show him that Christmas is indeed the season of miracles.
From the beloved author of the international bestseller The Christmas Box comes another timeless story of faith, hope, and healing.
The Gift is a sweet story to be read at Christmas. Nathan Hurst does not celebrate Christmas for very personal reasons. Then one day his flight is delayed and he meets single mom Addison, her children Colin and Elizabeth and all of their lives are changed forever.
The Gift shows what happens when a very unique ability (with consequences) becomes a news story and life gets out of hand. This story shows how greedy we can be as humans without regard for others. On the flip side, this novel also shows how love can and will overcome the greed.
If only more of us were like Colin, the world would be a better place. This is a novel that will touch your heart and you may possibly shed a tear or two. You will definitely feel better emotionally when you finish The Gift.
This week’s First Line Friday is another Christmas novel. This one intrigued me so much that it has been added to my wish list!
SATURDAY, THREE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS:
James Kier looked back and forth between the newspaper headline and the photograph of himself, not sure if he should laugh or call his attorney.
When I was in seventh grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Johnson, gave our class the intriguing (if somewhat macabre) assignment of writing our own obituaries. Oddly, I don’t remember much of what I wrote about my life, but I do remember how I died: in first place on the final lap of the Daytona 500. At the time, I hadn’t considered writing as an occupation, a field with a remarkably low on-the-job casualty rate.
What intrigues me most about Mrs. Johnson’s assignment is the opportunity she gave us to confront our own legacy. How do we want to be remembered? That question has motivated our species since the beginning of time: from building pyramids to putting our names on skyscrapers.
As I began to write this book, I had two objectives: First, I wanted to explore what could happen if someone read their obituary before they died and saw, firsthand, what the world really thought of them. Their legacy.
Second, I wanted to write a Christmas story of true redemption. One of my family’s holiday traditions is to see a local production of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it (perhaps a dozen), but it still thrills me to see the change that comes over Ebenezer Scrooge as he transforms from a dull, tight-fisted miser into a penitent, “giddy-as-aschoolboy” man with love in his heart. I always leave the show with a smile on my face and a resolve to be a better person. That’s what I wanted to share with you, my dear readers, this Christmas — a holiday tale to warm your season, your homes, and your hearts.