by Rudi London
I don't what, exactly, I expected when I cracked the cover of 3 Angels, but what I found inside the gold-embossed, blood-red binding sure wasn't it. What I did was find that Rudi London has managed to combine the best of two literary worlds in one entertaining book.
I tire of overused, formulaic fiction plots, so I admire an author brave to enough attempt something new. I'm easily bored by biographies, unless the biographer's prose is as captivating as the plot of a well written novel.
By my own design, I knew nothing about the plot or purpose of 3 Angels before I started reading. I was, however, acquainted on-line with Mr. London, and I was familiar with the title. I had been waiting anxiously for the book's arrival for review.
I read 3 Angels with a notebook by my side, and on Page 15, I stopped to note these thoughts:
First impression: What the...? What did I agree to? What have I gotten myself into?
Second impression: Wow. This is BRAVE! And a little confusing.
Third impression: Huh. It's kinda growing on me. [reads another paragraph]Ooh! That was funny!
Fourth impression: I think I'm going to like this!
And I was right. I did like it.
Written as a vignette of sequential accounts, 3 Angels tells the tale of Mr. London's life from the moment of conception until the writing of his novel. However, not until I was a quarter way through the narrative did I realize it was his memoir.
I'm sure his family, friends, and mentors recognize themselves in the anecdotes cleverly reconstructed by the author, but the title characters are surely known only to Mr. London himself. Some probably doubt their very existence, while others may be offended by their quirks and worldliness. I found them originally created, hilarious, and--I confess--at times shocking.
These guardian angels are always watching, but instructed to act only when commanded, and extra "troops" are routinely summoned and deployed in response to a legion of prayers.
By the final chapters, one important truth was apparent: much of what comes down from Heaven is a direct result--virtually depends upon--what goes up from Earth: Prayers. Fragrant fruits. Love.
A final thought: My husband asked me who "N" in the subtitle was. At the time I didn't know, but now his question makes me grin--in a conspiratorial kind of way.
I recommend 3 Angels to anyone tired of the same-old-same-old that fills the bookstores. The editing isn't perfect, but I'm not letting that affect my review of the wonderful content.
I give this book 4 Stars.
"God rewrote the text of my life when I opened the book of my heart to his eyes." Psalm 18:24 (Msg)