Book Review
of Saving Mary Sponsored by Virtual Book Tours
Genre
Spiritual Memoir
Publisher Etcetera Press
Release Date April 1, 2012
Format kindle
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Book
Synopsis:
If you’re a fan of supernatural fiction then
you will be captivated by this true story about a spiritually sensitive girl
and the path that led to her possession. Part one of a two-part series, Saving
Mary is the story of a modern-day Mary Magdalene—the woman from whom Jesus cast
out seven demons.Deidre Daily is drawn to anything seemingly spiritual, desperately seeking a spiritual existence. But inside this vibrant girl hides a terrified child who sincerely believes she has married the devil. Through a series of spiritual encounters her fear turns into reality, and she ends up possessed.
Deidre’s fascinating memoir relays her story from childhood to adolescence: invisible eyes leering at her from the corner of her bedroom, horrible nightmares tormenting her, and her desperate attempt to find God—only to end up possessed. It is a candid account of possession from a first-person perspective. This dark memoir brings to light an intricate world of deceitful spirits hell-bent on manipulating and damaging an innocent girl’s life, not only through her dreams, but also through seemingly every-day encounters.
Author
Information:
Deidre believes theology is for everyone! It’s for working moms and
soccer parents and for introverted engineers who don’t know what to say at
dinner parties. It’s for energetic athletic-types who traverse mountains on
cool bikes and for lethargic teenagers who write dark poetry. It’s for Trekkies
and Twihards and Gleeks, nurses and teachers and those who Twitter and Ping.
It’s for older people with Labs and round-faced happy people with too many
cats. In other words, theology is not just for theologians. Did you get that?
You do not have to be an intellectual to comprehend theology. You do not have
to be a preacher. And yes, there is so much more to the Bible than what
churches, on average, are currently teaching. Understanding the spiritual
teachings of your Christian faith is fun … and more than that, it’s important.
Book Excerpt:
Chapter Four
Curses
Me and Kelly, we make plans for
sleepovers all the time. We don’t ever sleep at my house. We sleep at her
house. I sleep over at Kelly’s a lot ‘cause I know there’s no little eyes or
ghosts creepin’ around at her house.
At Kelly’s house
we play in her playhouse. We sit on neatly stacked bricks, pretending they’re
chairs. She’s writing the rules for our new club. I’m colorin’ the membership
cards, tellin’ her about the little eyes in my house. She calls me a freak. I
then decide to tell her about a dream I had. The one she was in.
“It’s dark
outside. And quiet. The leaves in the trees aren’t moving, that ugly ol’ Fort
Road is empty and the street lights—they’re dim. Only the moon gives light. It
all looks like one of those old pictures, you know, shadowy and still. The only
sound comes from Angie’s shiny black tap shoes as she moves down the sidewalk.
They’re all, clippity-clop, clippity-clop,
CLIPpITY-CLOP, clippity-clop ’cause of the echo.
Angie isn’t dancing though. She’s just walking, wishin’ her shoes would shut
up. We’re all wishin’ her stupid shoes would shut up. You turn to Angie with
your eyebrows pointing to your nose. The way you do when you’re mad … ”
I tell Kelly about
the church and about the robbers and about how she hid and how I didn’t hide
very good. She says, “That figures.” And we laugh. Then I say how I was pulled
to the altar, how I was made to get married and how I was kicking and
screamin’.
“But nobody even
cared,” I say. I take a yellow crayon, start colorin’ a picture of a bee. Then
I tell her how I pulled the robber’s mask off.
“It’s hanging from
my hand, his mask. And I don’t know what to do now, and I’m wishin’ I hadn’t
done it at all. I look around for you, hoping you might come out from hiding,
but you don’t.”
“What’s he look
like?” asks Kelly.
“He’s cute,” I
say. “With short brown hair. He smiles at me, shaking his head a little like
he’s saying, ‘You know, you shouldn’t have done that’—pulled his mask off he
means. He feels weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yeah,” I go. “Weird. Nothin’ about him feels right. He’s
all wrong. And he’s got these black eyes that look and pull all at the same
time, so I wanna run away but I can’t.”
“So what do you
do?”
“I smile, just a
little, to say sorry. But I don’t think he cares ’cause he doesn’t smile back.
Then I spy around for you. I’m still hoping you might come out and do
somethin’. That’s when he starts laughing.”
“Why’s he
laughing?”
“’Cause he knows
you aren’t coming, and even if someone did come—it’s too late. We’re already
married. He laughs harder and harder ’til the laughing changes him.”
“Changes him?”
“Yeah, his hair—it
starts going all creepy. It’s red now.”
“What’s creepy
about red?”
So I tell her how
his hair’s turned into red-hot flames. How he’s laughing with his head tilted
back. His hair swishin’ and glowin’, all on fire.
“Does he do
anything else?”
“He smiles at
me—big, really big.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause he knows
I’m scared and he thinks it’s funny. Then his face also starts changing. Like
it’s made of Play-Doh.”
“Play-Doh?”
“Yeah, like when
he smiles the smile changes. It keeps twistin’ itself up all screwy-like.”
“That’s more like Silly Putty,” says Kelly.
“Sure,” I say,
“like Silly Putty.”
“Man, I wouldn’t’ve hid. I woulda beat the crap
outta him.”
“I know you woulda.”
“Geez, Dede.
You married the Devil.”
I nod. “I know,” I whisper. Then I say, “Kelly, can
you divorce the Devil?”
“Don’t know,” says
Kelly. “I guess you’d hafta find God for that.”
I put down the
yellow crayon, pick up a black one and write ‘Busy Bee Club’ at the top of the membership card. I’ve got a heaviness
on me now. Like when something’s gone wrong and it’s got to be made right. Just
then Kelly goes, whack! hitting me right in the shoulder; she tells me to
get up.
“Let’s walk to
your house, so you can get some clothes for the sleepover,” she says. Down the
alley we go where two big kids stop us and ask if we want a knuckle sandwich.
Kelly pulls her eyebrows down, says, “No!”
I say, “Yes.”
They punch Kelly
in the face.
NEW BOOK COMING SOON
Book Two, Saving Mary: The Deliverance
If you’re a fan of supernatural
fiction then you will be captivated by the continuing true story about a
spiritually sensitive girl and the path that led to her deliverance. Part two of a two-part series, Saving Mary: The Deliverance is the story of a modern-day Mary
Magdalene—the woman from whom Jesus cast out seven demons.
At seventeen, Deidre Daily finds herself oddly altered. Recently kicked out of her New Age channeling group for having bad karma, she slowly draws within herself, spiraling deeper into the darkness that has taken up residence inside her body. Now bulimic, depressed and harassed by spirits nightly, Deidre waits for the God who once spoke to her as a child.
At seventeen, Deidre Daily finds herself oddly altered. Recently kicked out of her New Age channeling group for having bad karma, she slowly draws within herself, spiraling deeper into the darkness that has taken up residence inside her body. Now bulimic, depressed and harassed by spirits nightly, Deidre waits for the God who once spoke to her as a child.
Deidre’s fascinating spiritual memoir relays her story from adolescence to marriage. It is a candid account of possession and exorcism from a first-person perspective.
Book Review:
Okay, this is a scary book. Yes I believe that demons exist and yes I
believe that people can be possessed, but still this is one scary book. As I was reading this book all I could think
was how sad this was, how much her parent messed her up, and where the heck
were all the adults that were supposed to be protecting her.
If you read the forward, written by
her college professor, you know this story is autobiographical.. and that
scared the crap out of me. It made me
want to get my kids, their friends, and any other person I could find and make
sure they were okay and that nothing like this had happened to them. I wished I could go back and find the little
Mary and give her a hug and make things better so that she didn’t have to go
through what she went through.
Now that I’ve said all that, I also
really want to read book 2. It’s like
how you have to slow down and look at an accident. It’s terrible, but you have to look. Or maybe more like a horror movie, you put
your hands over your face but peek through your fingers because you have to
see. Even if you don’t want to, you do.
The writing was stark, graphic,
pulling you in to this world so that you experience the loneliness, the fear,
the horror, and a strong desire to bitch-slap her parents…repeatedly. I give this book 4 out of 5 clouds… it’s just too creepy for 5 clouds.
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opinions or reviews.
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