I read this book for the first time as a teenager growing up in a Pentecostal church very much consumed by the 'purity model' St. James is proposing here. I have returned to the text now, in my 30s, in preparation for a podcast episode I am recording this week. (Shameless plug: yes, I am part of a podcast that examines early 2000s Christian culture; it's called "Oh God, I Forgot About That." Look us up on social media; episodes coming soon!).
I was hesitant to write this review because I know that this text is not marketed for 'everyone' and I am most certainly no longer the intended audience for it. However, I very much USED to be-- in fact, I 'bought in' to the True Love Waits Movement firmly and passionately for many years--and I think my experience within purity culture (as well as my painful transition out of it) justifies my critique.
I'll start by saying if you're interested in gaining a glimpse into Christian discourse surrounding sex during 1990s/early 2000s, this is a usual artifact.
If you're led to the book because of genuine interest in or conviction of abstinence, I would say go elsewhere. A considerable number of Christians today have turned away from some of these classic purity texts-- and with good reason. "Wait For Me," as well as many books like it, wildly overstate the 'dangers' of sex before marriage. She talks about pregnancy and STDS-- real issues, of course-- but inflates statistics and then proceeds to link premarital sex to essentially anything bad you can imagine. She notes the "many" people she has talked to at her concerts who have horrible sex lives with their spouse, experience ongoing estrangement from family, and even suffer with mental illness and attempted suicides--- all because they had premarital sex (I am not suggesting she hasn't talked to actual people with this story, but what's lost in her commentary-- as well as in the Church as a whole-- is how the Church might actually be responsible for the deep shame and pain these people felt.) Lastly, and perhaps most upsetting: sexual purity in this book is represented as a burden that is disproportionally shouldered by women. The book is littered with comments urging women not to walk alone at night, to wear certain kinds of clothes to protect themselves, to 'behave' in such a way that will not tempt their brothers in Christ, and remains utterly silent about the real problem of sexual violence and predation. While perhaps not James' intention, her writing advances a kind of 'victim blaming' mentality that can have pretty dangerous lasting consequences for girls and women. (Indeed, *lasting.* Many women I grew up with in the Church are STILL trying to release many of these messages-- even decades later.)
Ultimately, the book embodies the same sexist tone of many discussions about sex (happening in the Church, but also the culture at large) in the late '90s-early 2000s. If this book has any useful purpose now, it would simply be to remind us of what we did wrong.