title: Angry Conversations with God: A Snarky but Authentic Spiritual Memoir
author:  Susan E. Isaacs 
description: "If King David were a woman, and were funny, he'd be Susan Isaacs. And the thing about this book is it surprises you. There are lines in it you won't see coming. You'll be handing this book to somebody else about a month from now thinking, <i>Maybe this will help them understand me</i>. You'll do that because it helped you understand yourself first."<b>Donald Miller, <i>New York Times</i> bestselling author of <i>Blue Like Jazz</i></b><br /><br />"Face it, folks, the church is made up of messed-up people all trying to deal with life. I appreciate writers like Susan who creatively face their issues with honesty and humor. ANGRY CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD is a really fun read."<b>Tony Hale, actor</b><br /><br />"Susan's brilliant comic idea of taking God to couples therapy is a terrific framework for the story of her personal journey of faith."<b>Jim Gaffigan, actor and comedian</b><br /><br />"Funny, biting, earthy and brilliant."<b><i>Publishers Weekly</i></b>
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  Always a Scoundrel
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Suzanne Enoch
  
  
  
  
  
  The Notorious Gentlemen – Book 3
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  To my fellow goddesses:
  
  
  
  
  
  Karen Hawkins
  
  
  
  
  
  Sabrina Jeffries
  
  
  
  
  
  Claudia Dain
  
  
  
  
  
  Julia London
  
  
  
  
  
  Karen Rose
  
  
  
  
  
  Nicole Jordan
  
  
  
  
  
  Rachel Gibson
  
  
  
  
  
  Who would have thought that
  
  
  
  
  
  a group of bloggers could become
  
  
  
  
  
  both friends and a support group?
  
  
  
  
  
  Thanks, ladies.
  
  
  
  
  
  And thanks to all the other goddess readers at
  
  
  
  
  
  thegoddessblogs.com.
  
  
  
  
  
  You make me laugh every morning. Prologue
  
  
  
  
  
  February 1815
  
  
  
  
  
  London
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t want a well-ordered life.” Lord Bramwell Lowry Johns finished off his
  glass of whiskey and reached for the bottle and a refill. “I would die from
  boredom in a fortnight.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You only think that because you equate well-ordered with dull,” Sullivan
  Waring observed from across the table, dipping his voice below the cacophony
  of noise that filled Jezebel’s establishment after midnight. “For someone of
  your reputation, y