Thursday, December 20, 2012

Come to the Table


Title: COME TO THE TABLE
Author: Neta Jackson 
Publisher: Thomas Nelson 
December 2012
ISBN: 978-1595548658
Genre: Women's fiction 



Kat Davies is suddenly wondering if her good deed was a bad idea.

Kat may be new in her faith, but she’s embraced the more radical implications of Christianity with reckless abandon. She invited Rochelle—a homeless mother—and her son to move in the apartment she shares with two other housemates. And she’s finally found a practical way to channel her passion for healthy eating by starting a food pantry at the church.

Her feelings for Nick are getting harder to ignore. The fact that he’s the interning pastor at SouledOut Community Church and one of her housemates makes it complicated enough. But with Rochelle showing interest in Nick as a father-figure for her son, their apartment is feeling way too small.

But not everyone thinks the food pantry is a good idea. When the woman she thought would be her biggest supporter just wants to “pray about it,” Kat is forced to look deeper at her own motives. Only when she begins to look past the surface does she see people who are hungry and thirsty for more than just food and drink and realizes the deeper significance of inviting them to “come to the table.”

COME TO THE TABLE is the second book in Ms. Jackson's SouledOut Sisters series. Readers will want to read book one, Stand By Me, first as readers are introduced to Kat in that book and of course, her ongoing personality class with Avis whom readers will recognize from Ms. Jackson's first series, The Yada Yada Prayer Group.

I love Ms. Jackson's books, and this story is no exception. I couldn't wait to read it and thoroughly enjoyed it.  I've read some great women's fiction recently, and COME TO THE TABLE was one of the best. A reading group guide is included at the end of the book. $15.99. 400 pages. 

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