[Note: I received a free review copy of this book from the Tyndale Blog Network. However, all reviews & opinions are my own!]
His street name was Daylight. But he was a nightmare. On the streets of New York, darkness and violence reigned. Dimas “Daylight” Salaberrios popped his first pill when he was eleven years old, and just days later, he was selling drugs to his schoolmates. By fifteen, he was facing time at the notorious Rikers Island Prison. It was never safe to turn your back, and Dimas saw only one chance to survive: to become a street god. He would be the richest, most powerful ruler in the hood . . . or die trying.
But in one terrifying moment, with a gun pointed at his head, Dimas had to decide: How far would he go? Was he finished taking reckless chances to rule as a god of the streets? Would he dare to entrust his life to the real God—an even riskier path? Because that God would send Dimas back down the darkest streets he’d ever known on a rescue mission after those still in danger. [Summary from Tyndale.]
I wanted to love Street God. But I just didn’t.
It sounded like such a powerful, intriguing story, but in the end, I had to drag myself through it to finish reading. I don’t doubt Dimas Salaberrios and the sincerity of his testimony — obviously, God has done a mighty work in his life, and it’s always an encouragement to read about such a powerful redemption story. However, even as a Christian myself, some of the “miraculous” parts of his story made me skeptical, to say nothing of his actual conversion, which he describes as three women casting a demon out of him. Don’t get me wrong, I believe God can and does do miraculous things even today, but this suspended even my disbelief.
From a strictly literary perspective, the book rambled on in confusion, dropping dozens of names of characters who you never really “knew” in any detail, and crossing over timelines so many times it got exhausting and nearly impossible to follow. I have no doubt that Dimas might be a powerful preacher, but his writing is almost painful.
I’m so easily pleased when it comes to books that I rarely find myself giving a negative review, but in this case, I don’t have a lot of accolades to give.
What do you do when you’re disappointed by a book? Do you plug away and finish it? Or do you set it aside?