This is the title of a book by Jeanette Winterson. I picked it up in the library solely for its title – I just had to know what it was all about.
Wow. What a read. I find that I only read books that pull me in after the first few sentences, and this one had me right from the start:
When my mother was angry with me, which was often, she said, “The Devil led us to the wrong crib.”
I don’t want to give away the meaning of the title or much of what the book is about, but wow, if I don’t buy into certain aspects of Christianity easily, and my life was loving and lovely, how could you want it as any part of your life if you grew up like this? It he is real, poor God! Talk about being misrepresented by the author’s mother. She forced her daughter on a life so full of restriction and rigidity that all it could include was the bible, hymns, and living the narrowest existence bereft of even love, of all things. Not even books were allowed in her house.
I couldn’t put this down. I think it’s worth reading for so many reasons. I can’t believe the level of dysfunction happening in households across the world in the name of God.
