the release of Cross Roads

What did you think of the Shack?

Those of you who have an eye on the Christian publishing scene will be aware that author of the Shack, Wm Paul Young, has written a new book Cross Roads, released today.  It will be interesting to see if this book stirs up us much discussion as The Shack! 

Young has always written for friends and family, whether songs, poetry, short stories or newsletters, but never for public consumption. THE SHACK was a story written for Young’s six children, with no thought or intention of publishing it.

It is as much a surprise to him as to anyone else that he is now the author of a bestselling novel.

 Extract from author’s bio


I’ve very kindly been allowed to post the first 500 words of the new book in this blog post. I’ll be posting my review of the book in the not too distant future – and there will be a give away of five signed copies in December – watch this space!

Here’s the blurb:

The new novel from Wm Paul Young, author of international bestseller THE SHACK, is an inspiring and provocative story of a man who only realises how bad his life has been when it’s too late – yet is miraculously given a chance to put things right. Will he take it?

Multi-millionaire Anthony Spencer is trapped in a coma and finds himself in a surreal world that reflects the skewed priorities of the life he’s lived on earth where he meets a stranger who turns out to be Jesus and a grandmother who is the Holy Spirit.

Pleading for a second chance, he is sent back to earth to redeem himself. There he must fight to put right the mess he’s created, experiencing events through others’ eyes before deciding how to use the miraculous gift he’s been given. Before his illness he had set events in motion that he now needs to undo – but will he have the courage to make the right choice?


And here’s the extract…

Some years in Portland, Oregon, winter is a bully, spitting sleet and spewing snow in fits and starts as it violently wrestles days from spring, claiming some archaic right to remain king of the seasons—ultimately the vain attempt of another pretender. This year was not like that. Winter simply bowed out like a beaten woman, leaving head-down in tattered garments of dirty whites and browns with barely a whimper or promise of return. The difference between her presence and absence was scarcely discernible.

Anthony Spencer didn’t care either way. Winter was a nuisance and spring not much better. Given the power, he would remove both from the calendar along with the wet and rainy part of autumn. A five-month year would be just about right, certainly preferable to lingering periods of uncertainty. Every cusp of spring he wondered why he stayed in the Northwest, but each year found him again asking the same question. Maybe disappointing familiarity had its own comforts. Perhaps the fear of living where no one knew him was more daunting than accustomed misery. Known routines, even though painful at times, at least had their own predictability.

Not a cheerful man, he was determined and ever in search of the next advantage. Happiness was a silly and transient sentiment, a vapor compared to the smell of a potential deal and the addicting aftertaste of the win. Friends were a bad investment. So little return. And caring was simply inconvenient.

He defined his success in real estate property management and development, diverse business ventures, and a growing investment portfolio. By most standards he was wealthy, successful, and an eligible bachelor. A bit of a womanizer, he exercised enough to stay competitive, sporting only a barely sagging belly that could be sucked in appropriately. And the women came and went, the wiser the sooner.

When he smiled, Tony could almost be mistaken for handsome. Genetics had gifted him with a six-foot-plus frame and good hair, which even now in his mid-forties showed no evidence of leaving. Obviously Anglo-Saxon, a hint of something darker and finer softened his features, especially during those moments when he was transported out of his customary business demeanor by some fancy or unhinged laughter.

He had married twice, to the same woman. The first union, while both were in their early twenties, had produced a son and a daughter, the latter now an angry young adult living across country near her mother. Their son was another story. That marriage had ended in divorce for irreconcilable differences, a poster story of calculated indifference and a callous lack of attention. In only a few short years Tony had battered Loree’s sense of worth and value into barely recognizable bits and pieces.

The problem was she bowed out gracefully, and this could not be counted as a proper win. So Tony spent the next two years wooing her back, throwing a magnificent remarriage celebration and then two weeks later serving her divorce papers for a second time. Rumor was these had been prepared even before the signatures were inked on the second set of marriage certificates. But this time she came at him with all the fury of a woman scorned, and he had financially, legally, and psychologically crushed her. This certainly could be chalked up as a win. It had been a ruthless game, but only to him.

Taken from CROSS ROADS by Wm Paul Young, published by Hodder & Stoughton

Please note I have not yet read the book, so this post is not an endorsement or review.

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The Shack

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