Meet Maggie White: rat-race victim, mother wannabe and, perhaps, soon to be ex-wife of Simon White. Just as her marriage hits the rocks, however, she meets the Rock, or St Peter as he is more commonly known, who appears nightly in her bedroom in the guise of Sean Connery. He, or rather, his Master, is in a spot of bother image-wise, and only Maggie’s exceptional PR skills can save the day. He gives her a rather different version of events from that of the Gospels, and is anxious to dispel the ‘myths’ perpetuated by Paul – debunking the resurrection along the way. If this sort of thing offends you, I would recommend that you give this book a miss. Through Peter, too, she gradually comes to realise what’s really important in her life.
On the whole, however, this is an amusing well written novel, with plenty of surprises on the way. It has a lot of potential for being even better, however, so one hopes that Ms Thebo can build on this in her subsequent publications. It reads compulsively enough, so I would recommend this if you are in the mood for a little light, slightly irreverant and a little fantastic (in the sense of fantasy) reading. Worth a look.