Holy cow. Where to begin?
I don't like every book I read, but it has been a LONG time since I have read anything as overtly amateur as this. It's like renting a movie and ending up with an awkward youth group drama team sketch they put on YouTube.
I read portions of this aloud to my younger siblings. At one point, the 13-year-old said, "Wow, they sure use the word 'felt' a lot." Indeed they did, Micah. Indeed they did. Because apparently the only way to communicate characters' emotions is through sentences like, "They felt sad." "She felt guilty." "He felt overjoyed." "Show, don't tell" is a mantra this author could have and should have paid attention to.
This book falls into all the worst pitfalls of bad Christian fiction:
1) Portraying all the Christians as perfect and all the non-Christians as malicious, smug, and out to get everyone.
2) Weird Christianese lingo from someone who would never, ever use it. ("I was still sexually pure" instead of "I was a virgin"? From a girl who left religion when she was 11 or 12 and lived on the streets? Really?)
3) A horribly forced conversion scene.
4) LOTS OF SERMONS. And I mean LOTS OF THEM. First, everyone is preaching AT the main character, and then once she finds Jesus, she preaches at everybody else.
5) A disgustingly obvious lack of research into how the world works. "The world" in this book meaning primarily the law, the music industry, mental illness, diplomacy in the Middle East, and other religions.
Fortunately, that fifth one does make for some hilarious scenes. As the author clearly has no idea how a court of law works, there are some really entertaining moments. I laughed super hard when the judge accused the jury of basing their judgment on "emotions, not facts" when the evidence was ABSOLUTELY CLEAR. It all turned out to be ultimately incorrect or faked, yes, but the jury had no way of knowing that. But because the judge was a Christian, she had special magical insight and was, therefore, making her judgment based on actual facts. The facts of magic knowledge.
Oh, and I laughed out loud when I discovered that the President of the United States apparently used his political clout to help an American pop star transport the corpse of a Muslim woman from her burial ground to the U.S. against the Muslim family's will.
Oh, and I couldn't stop giggling at the scene when the pop star waltzed with a single bodyguard into a home in Iraq, populated with people she KNOWS have been planning to kill her, insults their god, their culture, and their country, hits them in the face, and then waltzes back out with absolutely no consequences.
Every single page in this book is ridiculous. The main character is the most Mary Suest of all Mary Sues. (Supernatural singing voice AND dancing talent AND songwriting ability AND beauty AND an expert at languages AND out of nowhere she has a black belt in karate AND...) The writing is amateur at best and laughably awful at worst. The plot is contrived, doesn't hold together, and makes kind of disturbingly gleeful assumptions that if you're not a Christian, your life will just completely fall apart, HA! And I don't mean "you will always feel a nagging sense there's something more" falling apart. I mean "you will go anorexic and crazy" falling apart. I mean "you will die of a drug overdose in a hotel while no one in your family will ever know where you were" falling apart.
This book is so, so, so, so terrible. One star is too much for it. At least I was able to snark at it enough to make it all the way through so I could feel justified in writing this review.
(Oh, and final thought. You should know that if you've set up an entire book telling us about how important music is to your main character, it is NOT A HAPPY ENDING when you finish the book with "and then she had kids and she never sang or performed again." That's not the ultimate goal. She LOVED her job, you made it really, really clear that she loved her job. And then you casually mention that IT'S ALL GONE FOREVER. The heck? I could swear she wasn't just sitting around singing as a casual hobby while waiting for a nice strong man to come along and give her babies.)