Not my type of book. This is a simple yet concise statement that sums up my feelings towards a particular literary work. Maybe it's the genre that doesn't appeal to me, or perhaps the writing style just doesn't click. It could be that the story didn't engage me from the start, or the characters felt flat and uninteresting. Whatever the reason, this book just didn't do it for me. I prefer books that have a unique and captivating plot, well-developed characters that I can relate to, and a writing style that flows smoothly and keeps me hooked until the very end. While I respect that everyone has different tastes in literature, this particular book just wasn't for me.
Keeping Faith is a narrative that predominantly centers around a young girl who unexpectedly begins to see God and perform miracles. My initial perception was that readers would be granted the freedom to draw their own inferences regarding this phenomenon (whether it was genuine, fabricated by Faith herself, or perhaps contrived by her mother for the sake of attention, among other possibilities). However, this is not how it transpires. Evidently, within the framework of the story, Faith is indeed healing people and experiencing stigmata and such. The account of how her mother Mariah, the local churches, and the media respond to this occurrence is moderately interesting, yet it scarcely warrants a book of this extensive length.
Moreover, the romantic subplot involving Mariah and the television atheist, Ian, is truly abysmal. Can one label it as a "wish-fulfillment fantasy"? I am certain that every middle-class, recently divorced woman engaged in a custody battle for her child would relish the ego-enhancing scenario of a wealthy, handsome, single man falling head over heels in love with her for no discernible reason. But... yeah, right. It remains unclear as to why he is even remotely interested.
I have now perused two Picoult novels, giving her a fair opportunity. However, do not deceive yourself: the seemingly unique plotlines are merely a veneer for poorly crafted melodrama and even more inadequately written romance. Unless this aligns with your taste in guilty-pleasure reading, I would suggest moving on to books of actual substance and quality.