Release Date: January 1, 2012
Target Audience: Young Adult
Format: Received e-galley from NetGalley
Why I picked it up: Wanted to compare how Christianity was discussed in this book to Small Town Sinners by Melissa C. Walker
Summary: Addison is a sixteen-year-old PK, aka: Preacher’s Kid. She’s grown up in church, but when long-haired, motorcycle-riding, leather-clad bad boy Wes rolls into her small-town, she begins to question everything she’s been taught in church.
Earlier this year, I picked up Small Town Sinners – a great book about a girl struggling to come to terms with her faith, straddling the line between what’s right and wrong, and being a part in her church’s annual production of the Hell House. Addison Blakely seemed like it would be along the same lines – a girl who would have to figure out what she believed, though in a much more indirect way. Â Addison’s character was witty, smart, and clever. She wasn’t stereotyped as a goody-two-shoes girl, though her classmates were cautious around her because she was a PK (Preacher’s Kid). Â She had a good sense for what was right and wrong. When she meets Wes, she starts reeling over how badly she wants to be with him and her guard is let down.
Wes rides a motorcycle, wears leather, and has multiple encounters with scantily clad girls. Addison knows she’s not his typical “type,” but she’s drawn to him because she feels there’s something much deeper and he’s putting up a front. I laughed so much at the sarcastic banter exchanged between Wes and Addison. When they began dating, I connected so much with Addison because I remembered exactly how it felt to be struggling with where to drawn the line in my high school relationships. Â While not every girl may connect with Addison’s struggle to understand Christianity, I do think most girls will connect with the emotional aspect of her relationship with Wes. There were ups and downs, misunderstandings, differences in beliefs, and so many buried issues they both needed to work out with their parents.
Betsey St. Amant did a great job getting her point across in this story without coming across as preachy. She made me remember the days when I was on a long bus ride to New Mexico for a week-long church camp all because I liked a boy. I remembered how hard it was (and sometimes it still continues to be) to define what was right and wrong for myself,Â even if that meant believing in something different than everyone around me.