I feel strongly that ten years from now we’ll be hearing Jack Langedijk’s name often and recalling the experience of reading the first of his many published works, Because, like we recall a poignant life memory. The story of Robert Sanchez is heart-wrenchingly beautiful, unprecedentedly attention-commanding, and from me it has earned the compliment every good author attains to, which is: “I couldn’t put this book down!”
This is not a simple story. The drama is complicated, the story is revealed subtly. The dimensions of Robert’s past and present, the intricacies of his relationships, were revealed in an ever-deepening cascade of naked truths until I, the reader, felt so deeply entrenched in all that made up the layers of Robert’s life that I simply had to finish reading. I rushed headlong and with utter abandon towards the ending, with an aching need to know that this beautiful person would be OK in the end. You’ll have to read it yourself to find out. Read the first chapter and you’ll be hooked. You too will need to know that Robert and Monique will be OK.
If you read one book this year, one book that you will think over and mull over and allow to seep slowly and deeply into the marrow of your soul, let this book be it. And then, when you’ve finished reading it, spend some time to find the “Robert” in your own life. There’s a little bit of “Because” in all of us, I believe, and I owe Mr. Langedijk a debt of gratitude for the gift this book has brought to my own life.