Publisher's Weekly Review
Bestseller and Hallmark Channel stalwart Macomber (Dear Santa) does it again with a candy cane--sweet holiday romance about two friends who swap lives for a week before Christmas. Framed as a true story told by a grandmother to her two young grandchildren, the narrative toggles between the present day and 1977, when bar owner Hank Colfax and church pastor Pete Armstrong got into a debate about whose job was easier. Hank assumes Pete's job is a walk in the park without the hassle of taxes and paperwork, while Pete thinks Hank must be partying every night. The men hatch a plot to trade professions for the holiday season, and each quickly finds their assumptions proven wrong--while also finding love in the most unlikely of places. Pete's instantly taken by Millie, a waitress at a biker bar who comes to his rescue in a moment of peril, and Hank melts the icy heart of the judgmental church secretary, Grace Ann. An eclectic supporting cast--including cadres of strippers and bikers--and a comically disastrous climactic Christmas Eve church service make the narrative shine bright. It's exactly what readers want from a Macomber holiday outing. Agent: Theresa Park, Park & Fine. (Oct.)
Kirkus Review
Opposites attract in a story of friendship and love that spans the week before Christmas 1977. Hank Meyer, owner and bartender of a tavern in Kettle Springs, has been best friends with Pete Rhinehart, pastor of the Light and Life Church in Bridgeport, nearly their entire lives. In high school, the pair played football and ran track together. Now adults, they are single and still meet up roughly once a month to have lunch together. Over one lunch, while complaining about how difficult their lives are and how neither of them have found a woman to marry yet, they decide to switch places for a week, swapping back for Christmas Eve so Pete can run his church service. For that week, however, Hank will perform all the pastoral duties that fill Pete's days and Pete will run the tavern that takes all Hank's time and energy. Since this is also a story told through the eyes of a grandmother to two of her grandchildren--seen only in snippets, à la The Princess Bride--it is also a story with kissing in it, much to her grandson's horror. Pete's sister, Grace Ann, is the church secretary, caught up in her holier-than-thou worldview, and Millie, a lunchtime waitress in the diner where Hank and Pete meet, is also a bartender at the local strip club. Macomber has written a story that's heavy-handed in its belief in the importance--and redemptive qualities--of Christianity for individuals and communities. Gender stereotypes define each character. Women are helpmates. Men are portrayed as knowing best about everything: the Bible; love; romance; whether or not a woman's name should be shortened in a way she explicitly says she doesn't like; and the idea that if she clearly dislikes someone, what she really needs is a kiss. A book that seeks to be a meet-cute for two couples while reinforcing traditional Christian gender roles and partnerships. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Booklist Review
This story begins with a grandmother sitting down to tell her grandchildren a Christmas story, but she ensures them that this is not a fairy tale--it's about lifelong best friends Hank and Pete, who just couldn't be more different. Hank is the owner of a local tavern, while Pete is the pastor of a church that he runs with his sanctimonious sister, Grace Ann. One night after debating who has the harder job, the friends make a deal to work a week in the other's position, each believing it will prove that he is right. As both men quickly learn the grass isn't always greener in someone else's occupation, they also begin growing relationships with those around them, particularly between Hank and Grace Ann, and Pete and tavern server Millie. This light, sweet Christmas novel is perfect for someone looking for a chaste love story with a happy ending. It also has several spiritual themes and could easily fall within the Christian genre as well as romance.
Excerpts
Chapter One 1977 "Hey, man, sorry I'm late," Hank said, as he slid into the red upholstered booth at Mom's Place across from his best friend. He was running on less than five hours' sleep, and his day was only getting started. "Did I keep you waiting long?" "No, I was late myself." Pete had always been the responsible, prompt one. It surprised Hank to learn his pastor friend could be late for anything. The waitress came with a coffeepot, and both men turned over the beige mugs to be filled. Pete smiled at her as she handed them menus and then swiftly left. Hank noticed how Pete's gaze lingered over the waitress as she returned to the counter and refilled another customer's cup. "I'm telling you, these long hours are killing me," Hank said, as he wiped a hand down his face. His eyes burned, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a decent meal. As different as they were, they had continued a friendship after Pete had graduated from seminary and returned to Bridgeport. Pete looked every bit the pastor with his clean-cut looks, while Hank was often mistaken for a hippie, with his long hair and the casual way he dressed. Scruffy jeans and a T-shirt were his standard uniform, whereas he suspected his friend hadn't worn blue jeans since his college days. Hank was the owner, manager, bartender, and chief bottle washer for the tavern The Last Call. Mom's Place, where they routinely met for lunch every month or so, was halfway between their two towns, Pete in Bridgeport and Hank in Kettle Springs. "I didn't get away from the tavern until after two this morning. Some days I swear I get less than three or four hours' sleep a night. This job's a killer." Pete glanced up from the menu. "I thought you loved the tavern." "I do. I always knew I'd be taking Dad's place one day. I looked forward to it. The regulars are great and keep me in the black, but I have no life. I haven't been on a date in six months." "I'd think you'd meet women left and right," Pete said, before taking a sip of his coffee. "I do. Lots of great women. I thought I'd be married and have a couple kids by the time I hit thirty." "Why aren't you?" Pete asked. Clearly, Hank's lifelong friend had no understanding of what managing a tavern entailed. "There's a big difference between meeting lots of women and having time to actually date. I work fourteen hours a day and sometimes longer." Pete frowned. "Hire someone." Hank snorted. Pete made it sound easy. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find good help these days? I tried taking on a part-time bartender, and he drank all my profits. It's a slim enough profit margin as it is. At the rate he was drinking, I was about to go out of business. The thing is, if I need to be there to keep an eye on the staff, I might as well do without." After a brief hesitation, Pete acknowledged Hank's dilemma: "Gotcha." "Having my own business takes every spare minute I have. If I'm not at the bar serving drinks, then I'm in the office doing paperwork. Keeping up on the orders or dealing with the taxes. I swear it's one headache after another. Do you have any idea how much effort goes into the accounting aspect of being a business owner?" "Well, yes . . ." "Oh, come on." Hank gave a short laugh. "You're a pastor. The church doesn't pay taxes or struggle with money hassles." Pete nearly spewed the coffee out of his mouth. "You have no idea! Pastoring a church is no walk in the park." "Are you joking?" Hank was about to say more when they were interrupted by the waitress. He swallowed his argument and turned his attention back to deciding what he wanted for lunch. Pad in hand, the young woman asked, "What can I get you gentlemen?" Without looking up from the plastic-coated menu, Hank said, "I'll take the soup-and-sandwich special. On wheat, hold the tomato." The waitress wrote it down, and he handed her the menu. Next, she looked to Pete. "I'd like the chef salad," he said, "with Thousand Island dressing." "I'll get that order in right away," she said, as she turned toward the kitchen. "She's cute," Pete said, watching the young woman in the pink uniform with the white apron. Hank frowned, his thoughts still on all he was missing in life. He caught his friend's interest in the young waitress, though, and played along. "Who's cute?" "The waitress. It isn't any wonder you don't date. You aren't paying attention. That woman is beautiful, and I noticed there wasn't a ring on her finger, either." Pete was paying attention. Still, Hank let the comment pass. Pete should be the one married by now. He lived the good life and had none of the worries that hounded Hank from day to day. Hank envied him in that way. Before Hank could encourage him to ask the waitress for a date, Pete said, "You should know my life isn't anything like you assume." "Are you kidding me? Come on, Pete. You work your own hours . . ." "That's not exactly true." Hank dismissed his objection with a wave of his hand. "You get a steady paycheck every month." "Yes, but . . ." Hank wasn't listening. "Plus, the church provides you with your own house. No mortgage payments, no worries about making ends meet. And to top it off, you only need to make an appearance once a week. You're living the life, man." Pete simply shook his head. It looked as if he was about to argue when the waitress returned with their lunch. Again, Hank noticed the way his friend watched the young woman. It left him to wonder aloud, "Why is it you've never married?" "Me?" Pete asked, as he mixed the salad and the dressing together. "Yeah, you. Seeing how you made such a big deal about how easy it is for me to meet women, what about you?" Pete looked like a deer in the headlights and then like a fish out of water, his mouth opening and closing several times. "Not so easy to find the right one, is it?" Hank said, understanding all too well. "Church has gotta be full of upright, single, Christian women. You could have your pick of any one of them." "I suppose," Pete reluctantly agreed. "The truth is, I don't know why I'm still single. I've had plenty of opportunity to date, but I've yet to find that special someone." "I bet Gracie has something to say about that," Hank commented. Hank and Pete's sister had been at odds for years, always rubbing each other the wrong way. God save him from opinionated women. She was a spitfire, that's for sure. Frankly, Hank couldn't imagine how Pete worked with Gracie as his church secretary. She didn't have the personality for it, as far as he could figure. "Gracie is Gracie," Pete said. "She's as righteous as ever. Stubborn as a mule and loyal as a dog." "That sounds about right," Hank said with a snort. He smiled just thinking about her. She had her nose in the air and a holier-than-thou attitude. It was no surprise she hadn't married, either. Pete was nothing like his sister. His personality was perfect for his life's work. He was a caring, thoughtful man. Wise. Full of faith. Not that Hank lacked faith. He was square with God. But being a Christian didn't require him to show up for church every Sunday. "You should know my job isn't all that wonderful, Hank. I have my own set of problems," Pete said. "Sure you do," he said offhandedly. He didn't mean to sound condescending, but Pete had no concept of the demands on Hank's time and finances. "It's Christmas in less than a week," Pete continued. "I'm running ragged getting everything organized. You, on the other hand . . ." "What about me?" "You party every night--" "It's not a party," Hank interrupted. "I work hard to create a fun atmosphere but trust me it isn't always a party." "So you say. You may work a lot of hours, which I don't discount, but you can sleep in each morning." "Dream on," Hank said and rolled his eyes. "And while you claim you don't have any time to date, which I have trouble believing, you have a chance every night to meet women." "You have no idea what being a tavern owner means!" "And you have no idea what the life of a pastor is like." Hank laughed. "You couldn't do my job for a week." Pete snickered. "You couldn't do my job for a week." Excerpted from The Christmas Spirit: A Novel by Debbie Macomber All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
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