Prayers Were No Help is an interesting read, and has a superb title for the story. I have a cordial dislike to most overtly Christian literature, despite being Catholic myself. I usually find it too didactic. But this volume has superb writing in a line-edit sense—I didn’t have a single wince as I read, and that’s a rarer occurrence than I would wish.
The book opens with the main character dealing with his wife dying of pancreatic cancer, and it’s easy to sympathize with his terrible plight. The faith journey the character takes is believable and interesting, and the result of his increased faith is inspiring.
Pacing-wise, the story moves right along, and that is also a rare thing than I could wish. If you’re looking for a faith-based narrative without a saccharine aftertaste, Prayers Were No Help is a worthy read.