I discovered Blue Like Jazz in college. Donald Miller’s ‘Nonreligious thoughts on Christian Spirituality’ was fresh. Honest. Raw. Naturally, it resonated deeply with many, including me and my peers.
In the years since Blue Like Jazz, Donald has written other books. Good books. Books that I’ve enjoyed. Books that I’ve discussed over coffee with close friends. Books that have made me think.
Scary Close is the most recent of those books. And it is more than good. It’s great. Scary great. Better than Blue Like Jazz great. To be clear, I didn’t pay for the book. Book Look Bloggers provided me with a free copy of the book, in exchange for an honest review. It was one of those ‘sure-why-not’ reads. I had nothing to lose. I’ve liked Don’s other books, so it wasn’t like I was going to suffer through this one.
So here’s my honest review…
Scary Close is, without a doubt, Donald Miller’s finest work, to date. It’s a book about intimacy. A memoir about intimacy might be a more apt description, as Scary Close chronicles Don’s courtship with Betsy and the lessons learned along the way. Regardless, Scary Close is a masterpiece. The raw, transparent Donald Miller that won me over with Blue Like Jazz returns. He shares his faults. He’s honest about his failings. He lays his relational baggage on the table.
But Don doesn’t just vent. He doesn’t just air his dirty laundry. He offers hope. Hope in the form of healing, growth, maturity. His healing, growth and maturity. The Donald Miller that we fell in love with in Blue Like Jazz was young, immature, relationally-challenged. The Donald Miller that we encounter in Scary Close is older, wiser. Still not perfect. But more mature. More honest about who he is. Less pretense. No facade.
And, in the end, that’s what he challenges his readers to. To be more honest. More transparent. More of who they really are. Because, unless we do, we’ll never experience true intimacy. We’ll never be seen (and known) for who we truly are.
Scary Close is a must-read.