I’ve been meaning to make some suggestions for a while:
My Name Is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok. Orthodox Jewish boy steps outside his own world.
Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor. A comic novel until we realise it is about us, not about “them”.
Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson. Still extraordinary after all these years.
Angels and Men by Catherine Fox. Set in a dreamy theological college – well kent territory to me.
Easter by Michael Arditti. Slightly flawed and far too long, but still easily makes the grade.
Magnus by George Mackay Brown. All about saints, maybe.
Chocolat by Joanne Harris. The perfect book for Lent.
The Magus by John Fowles. The godgame writ large.
Quarantine by Jim Crace. Another Lent book to take us to the desert.
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. To help us think about who is to blame for African biblicism.
What would you suggest?
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