Opening and reflection

This book begins as a thriller than I expected to read for having gone too casually presenting the editor.
A serial killer, a child killer, a girl who disappeared and then the horror that struck the family and specifically a father.
I dived very quickly in this detective story, masterfully conducted between the inner emotions of Mack and investigation. The pages are going very fast, and nothing is left to chance yet, although I had the feeling of an artificially accelerated narrative.
Then something has shifted, something caught me sometimes like one of those rare books that give the feeling of sharing something far deeper than a moment of leisure.

There is no question here of a detective novel. It's not a suspense story. Yet Paul Young, for its fluid and clear style (that perfectly supports the translation of Marie Perron), for his sense of phrasing and precise quality of its starched descriptions never could have served us an excellent novel of this kind. But it's something else he chose to speak to us.
This book talks about spirituality, love, redemption, forgiveness, serenity.
I do not wish to reveal the frame as I Suffice it to say that this is one of the most humanist views that I have read about the faith. I, who am not a believer I found shocked me in my atheist beliefs with this story. All the certainties that I could raise in me for not having faith have shuddered when reading this novel. Dont get me wrong, I said to have been converted, by the way the author does not claim any of the world to try it, but the ideas raised here are those that invite deep reflection and introspection that few books and even fewer allow you fictions.
Rest assured, there are no messages on about Young, no proselytism which would foul stench of evangelization. On the contrary, there is a rejection of conformity, the dictates of thought that offers a new lens to view the faith, belief and consider reducing the barriers to achieve but also break the chains in which it s 'embroiled.
The author offers us a vision of mysticism that is as much a simple assimilation of centuries of religious thought that a whole new light on the concept of God. Sometimes arduous vision and probably more philosophical than clerical, but brings a freshness and openness that are able to reconcile those with spirituality that so many offsets and misappropriation dismissed in.
Young develops simple ideas that are yet not always. His concepts go far beyond religion and fundamentally affect humanism. Its purpose is, however, never pompous or obscure and devoid of side engaging, invites to pursue the story. Thus it is easy to accompany his character in this experience of communion.

I did not become a believer, closing the book. But he brought me material to meditate, maybe not so much elsewhere on what I miss my turn to join that seek to understand what the believers and, admittedly, on the hope that they can find it if it is so that the thought Young.