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Average Rating:
 Rating:  - TimelyA timely book for those of us who feel we are entering "midlife" or Menopause. Waiting is a lost art, and Sue Monk Kidd helps to ensure it isn't lost on modern mankind. Rating:  - Sermonizing for the "Secret Life" crowd..."When The Heart Waits" is a bit like sitting through a series of sermons about grace and regeneration. Sue Monk Kidd comes across as a thoughtful and kindly minister, deconstructing the ways that modern life impedes spiritual connection. Prayer is about waiting and listening, two things modern Americans (and others) are not good at. Spiritual growth is often messy and painful, something a lot of people would rather avoid than endure. The author draws on many diverse sources -- the natural world, literary and theological works, her own family life and autobiography -- to craft chapters about her subject. I enjoyed the integration of various sources (such as the Oz books and "The Color Purple") but at times found Sue Monk Kidd's style a bit meandering. She hadn't quite perfected her craft when she wrote this. I didn't love this book, I'm sorry to say. The writing was choppy at times and all the talk of "authentic self" and "false self" grated. I was bored at times. After reading this and "The Secret Life of Bees," I think it's safe to say I'm not a hard-core fan of Sue Monk Kidd. She's the kind of author I'll read every five years or so. Not bad, but not one of my favorites. Rating: - finding your Inner Space An earlier writing, ..a personal journey of Sue Monk Kidd, author of The Secret Life of Bees, is purely and simply put,.. a Jewel. A book not to be missed! Rating: - When the Heart WaitsThis is an awesome book, and I highly recommend it for those who are looking to learn more about themselves, and go deeper in faith. Rating:  - Spiritual pablumThis book astounded me in its seemingly endless stream of cliches and corny metaphors, from Monk Kidd's anthropomorphization of trees ("I studied their bony arms and felt their emptiness, their desperate reach for light and sky"), to her clumsy characterizations of discovering her True Self ("there's a bulb of truth buried in the human soul," "Had my masks gotten stuck to my face?", "Letting go is like crossing a bridge, I thought"). Monk Kidd's spiritual crisis may have been very real to her, but her description of it here strikes me as self-indulgent, sentimental claptrap. Having also read The Mermaid Chair, I would say this author is highly overrated. Browse for similar items by category:
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