I can’t begin to describe how much I loathe this book.
Let me state something before I go too far: I believe, quite earnestly, that the Left Behind series began with nothing but the best and noblest of intentions. I will always believe that.
But I also stand by something that I wrote a few weeks ago: “Left Behind has become a bloated whore.”
Let’s face it: when the final chapter of a sixteen-novel series is a less enthralling read than Hannibal Rising, something has gone very, very wrong.
(Yes, I’m one of the five people who’ll admit to reading Hannibal Rising. My choice of literature lately could be described as “off-kilter” and that would be a compliment.)
I bought Kingdom Come – the final book of the runaway best-selling Left Behind series – Tuesday night (the day it was published) at the Wal-Mart Supercenter in Reidsville. ...

