Rooms by James L. Rubart

Author, James L. Rubart weaves a tale of self-discovery and reconnection with God in his best selling novel, Rooms. Here’s how Rubart introduces the book on his website.

On a rainy spring day in Seattle, young software tycoon Micah Taylor receives a cryptic, twenty-five-year-old letter from a great uncle he never knew. It claims a home awaits him on the Oregon coast that will turn his world inside out.

Suspecting a prank, Micah arrives at Cannon Beach to discover a stunning brand new nine-thousand square foot house. And after meeting Sarah Sabin at a nearby ice cream shop, he has two reasons to visit the beach every weekend.

When bizarre things start happening in the rooms of the home, Micah suspects they have some connection to his enigmatic new friend, Rick, the town mechanic. But Rick will only say the house is spiritual. This unnerves Micah because his faith slipped away like
the tide years ago, and he wants to keep it that way.

But as he slowly discovers, the home isn't just spiritual, it's a physical manifestation of his soul, which God uses to heal Micah's darkest wounds and lead him into an astonishing new destiny.

I first heard about Rooms from my mother-in-law who downloaded a free copy of the book on her Kindle. She raved about it so much that I decided it would be my first purchase when I received by nookcolor for Christmas. I had high expectations for the book and I was pleasantly surprised.

Rooms’ cover reminded me of another book I’d read, House by Ted Deckker and Frank Peretti. I admit I was afraid Rubart’s book would be a creepy House clone, but thankfully it was nothing like it. If you couldn’t tell I was extremely creped out by House and felt a little like I needed therapy after I read it. Just kidding, but it was creepy!

I highly recommend you download a copy of Rooms to your Kindle, nook or iPad…you won’t regret it. Or if you have not been blessed with an e-reader then get in your car, burn some fossil fuel and kill a couple trees so you can purchase a hardcopy of the book—at a distinctly higher price I might add. You won’t be sorry you did. By the way…just kidding about the tree-hugger shtick.