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By the age of twelve, Susan Campbell had been flirting with Jesus for some time, and in her mind, Jesus had been flirting back. Why wouldn’t he? She went to his house three times a week, listened to his stories, loudly and lustily sang songs to him. She even professed her love for him through being baptized.
In this lovingly told tale, Susan Campbell takes us into the world of Christian fundamentalism–a world where details really, really matter. And she shows us what happened when she finally came to admit that in her faith, women would never be allowed a seat near the throne.
“Simultaneously wisecracking and scholarly, both heartfelt and hilarious . . . I loved this book!” –Wally Lamb, author of The Hour I First Believed
“This fond memoir of growing up a rebellious tomboy in a fundamentalist church that expects women to be pious, subservient and, above all, quiet tells what it feels like to have Jesus as your boyfriend-and what happens when you want to break up with him.”–Ms.
“[A] heartfelt memoir . . . [Campbell’s] writing is striking for the compassion with which she views her younger self, a fledgling believer confined in a cage of manmade rules.”–Jane Ciabattari, More
“Rarely has a genuine feminist emerged from the modern evangelical movement. An exception is Susan Campbell.”–Hanna Rosin, Mother Jones
“A mesmerizing, funny, impressionistic memoir of a spiritual and thoughtful person, one who has spent her life wrestling with religion, the meaning of faith and her feelings for the Divine.”–Houston Chronicle
“Campbell has both a sense of humor and a knack for religious research . . . [and gives] readers a hook to grab on to as they ponder life’s big questions alongside a tomboy theologian.”–Harry Levins, St. Louis Post-Dispatch
“A moving account of closely cinched fundamentalist girlhood . . . Fundamentalism ‘broke off in us,’ like a sword, seems a poignant metaphor for the injuries suffered. Fortunately for the rest of us, [Campbell’s] chosen salve for those wounds is the writing of astute and vivid prose.”–Valerie Weaver-Zercher, The Christian Century