Monday, January 18, 2010

Screen Play by Chris Coppernoll - REVIEWED

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!



Today's Wild Card author is:




and the book:



Screen Play

David C. Cook; New edition (January 1, 2010)

***Special thanks to Audra Jennings of The B&B Media Group for sending me a review copy.***


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Chris Coppernoll has authored six books including A Beautiful Fall and Providence. A national speaker to singles, Chris is also the founder of Soul2Soul, a syndicated radio program airing on 800 outlets in 20 countries. Chris holds a Masters degree from Rockbridge Seminary and resides outside Nashville, Tennessee.

Visit the author's website.


Screen Play, by Chris Coppernoll from David C. Cook on Vimeo.



Product Details:

List Price: $14.99
Paperback: 352 pages
Publisher: David C. Cook; New edition (January 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1434764826
ISBN-13: 978-1434764829


MY THOUGHTS:

“Touching the bottom meant I finally had a push-off point to find my way back to the surface.” (p. 25)


Harper Gray is an actress who has lost everything. It is at the bottom of this year-long abyss that she finds the one thing that matters most – faith. In faith, Harper steps into the role of an understudy with no guarantee that life as an actress would ever offer her more than endless heartache. It is in the midst of this tumultuous time and in an afternoon of boredom that Harper explores an online dating site recommended to her by her friend. After a couple of days, with matches thousands of miles away, romance looks even less promising than a starring role on Broadway.


But God does indeed work in mysterious ways in this story. Harper clings to her faith and remains true to herself and her commitment to God, even though her move from Chicago to New York seemed to bring nothing but more hopeless frustration. God suddenly opens some unexpected and amazing opportunities in Harper’s life that a set in motion a series of events more dramatic than any screen play or script ever dreamed of! While the ending is a bit uncertain, it makes the story all the more satisfying!


Screen Play is a story about hopes, dreams, love and friendship. It is an emotionally charged story from beginning to end, and you come to care a great deal for Harper and her closest friends. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I came to this book, but I really loved the honesty of Harper’s character and the tenderness of her heart as she matured in her faith. Screen Play is a story that makes your heart ache a bit, but it makes you glad you experienced the pain and then saw God’s hand make its purpose plain. Great story!




AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:



I absolutely had to be in New York by 1:30 p.m. Did my life depend upon it? Yes, as a matter of fact, it did. Just the thought of calling Ben or Avril with bad news from O’Hare churned my stomach and made my face prickle with a dizzying fear. I joined a sea of travelers bundled in parkas, hoods, hats, and gloves; they stretched out in front of me, pressing in and wresting me through a queue of red velvet theater ropes.


All of Chicago wanted to flee the blizzard they’d awakened to. Sometime after midnight the sky exploded with snowflakes. Icy white parachutists fell from their celestial perch as innocently as doves. The year’s last snowstorm tucked the city in with a white blanket knitted through the long winter’s night.


When I reached the American Airlines check-in, I hoisted one of my two black canvas bags onto the scale for the ticket agent.


“Harper Gray?” she asked, confirming my reservation.


“Yes.”


She returned my driver’s license, dropping her gaze to the workstation and tapping my information into the system. At the kiosk next to me, a large Texan with a silver rodeo buckle typed on his iPhone with his thumbs, mumbling something about checking the weather in Dallas.


Computers, I thought. What don’t we use them for?


It was obvious how many of my fellow travelers were heading somewhere for the New Year’s Eve festivities. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on a cluster of merry college students reveling in their Christmas

break. They joked and chattered, mentioning Times Square, unbothered by long lines or the imminent threat of weather delays. At thirty, almost thirty-one, I could no longer relate to their carefree lifestyle. Too much water under the bridge, most of it dark and all of it numbing.


“Here you are,” the ticket agent said, handing me a boarding pass still warm from the printer. I fumbled with my things, stuffing my photo ID into my wallet as a mother and her young son squeezed in next to me. The crowd current swept me away from the ticket counter, denying me a chance to ask the agent the one question I most wanted answered.


Is anyone flying out of here this morning?


I rolled my carry-on through the main concourse. I’d used the small black Samsonite for so many trips, I thought the airlines should paste labels on it like an old vaudevillian’s steamer trunk. A row of display monitors hung from a galvanized pipe, cobalt blue icicles glowing all the brighter in the dark and windowless hallway. I joined a beleaguered crowd of gawkers studying the departure screens. Their collective moans of frustration confirmed what I already knew. My flight—indeed, all flights out of O’Hare—was:


DELAYED


I pinched my eyes shut. This was not what I needed. Not today, not today of all days. I absolutely had to be in New York by 1:30 p.m. Did my life depend upon it? Yes, as a matter of fact, it did.


©2010 Cook Communications Ministries. Screen Play by Chris Coppernoll. Used with permission. May not be further reproduced. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

Mocha with Linda said...

HOW do you write such great reviews? I really liked this book, but it took me forever to write my wimpy little paragraph!