Nice Try, Jane Sinner by Lianne Oekle
God sent the plagues because Pharaoh wouldn't let the Israelites go. And Pharaoh wouldn't let the Israelites go because God hardened Pharaoh's heart. What am I supposed to say to a God who does this to people? p217 They would let me move back in. But if I stayed, they would want me to play nice and go to church and pray to a God I don't believe in and/ or like before every meal. I can't do that. But if I didn't play along, I'd have to tell them the truth and let them believe I will burn in hell for eternity. I really want to find some middle ground, but I don't know where to look. There is only cold, dark air between me and the parents' house. p 217 I don't care if you like me or not. And it doesn't matter if you trust me. No one watches reality TV to see everyone get along. No one wants to see the nice guy finish first. You all want to see conflict. You want to see drama. You want arguments and hurt feelings and stupidity and tears. I do