The fact that there are only six books left in stock at Amazon should be a clue as to exactly how relevant the autobiography, Life of A Church Girl, is. Melissa Davis’ charter novel is a stinging illustration of her first thirty years and nearly too distressing to be true. But unfortunately, it is.

My good buddy knows Davis through work and suggested we get together since we are both Baltimore County authors. So she set up a breakfast between the three of us slated for next week. I couldn’t procrastinate any longer. Melissa was very kind to read my book and I was anxious to read hers, hoping we could have a friendly impromptu critique and discuss publishing vendors.

But after the first page, I did not want to read on. As a mother of four young ones, it is a subject matter that I avoid at all costs, because, I have recurring nightmares of this very thing happening. I harbor endless amounts of hate for subhumans who prey on children.

In Life of A Church Girl, Davis exhibits the most sadistic of pariah, those hiding among God’s sheep and would-be shepherds involved with or oblivious to what is going on under their own pious (self-righteous) noses. Some child violators even jockey for church leadership roles, positioning themselves for the most easy of kills, vulnerable young ones who would not dare accuse them for fear of backlash from parents and other church community members.
Davis shares her own sexual miseducation with the reader early on: A forced encounter with an older male cousin at age ten. She and another female child in the home were subjected to his abuse for years without notice or concern.
Who leaves a ten-year-old little girl with a sixteen-year-old boy every week, who is coincidentally always anxious to babysit but has no redeeming qualities whatsoever? Her own mother failed to protect her when she requested the "babysitting" end.
Davis had no constant father figure, her own dear father having died early on in her life. Exploitive experiences with her cousin and other male family acquaintances only further solidified early formed ideas that men were not only selfish users, but also unreliable, distant, and predisposed to abandoning her.
The author also explores the aftermath of her own sexual abuse, a downward spiral of poor decisions brought on by fear and pain that followed her into adulthood. Until this book, I never understood the psychology of the ever-willing female. Why would a woman allow herself to be used by men and not love herself enough to say no when she wants to say no?
I read Life of A Church Girl straight through in about five hours. I was in the passenger’s side of the truck on the way to the beach. My husband asked, "What are you reading?" never having seen me so engrossed in a book. I wanted to put the book down. It made me angry and sickened me but I kept reading. I needed to know if Melissa would ever be ok…if she would find her voice and healthy love.
I don’t want to ruin it for potential readers so I’ll stop here. But I want to stress what a must read it is for parents, particularly mothers with a naive world view or single parents who enlist the help of others in caring for their young ones without due diligence.
There are those who actively seek to steal the joy from our children and often they are friends and relatives. Davis’s own experience, shared in the most raw and honest fashion, is a template for what parents should not do when raising children.
Now a mother herself, reconciled with God, Melissa’s once fearful life of secrecy has become one of bold faith, empowerment, and self respect–A comeback story offering hope to women with similar childhood experiences and those seeking counsel for raising strong girls in unhealthy conditions.

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