I wish it had been longer. I would have loved to hear more from the life of John the Baptist, retold by an African-American pastor who preaches about suffering and brokenness in the same fashion as those prosperity-gospel peddlers - humourous and sobering and uplifting all at once, while acknowledging doubt and pain in all its inescapable reality.
And in between watching a preview of an upcoming documentary and hitting the dance floor, I found myself thinking about gay presidents, the true meaning of tolerance and a career in academia.
And over the week, as I told people that Blue Like Jazz was going to be made into a movie, I found the responses to be intriguingly ambivalent. Only one person said he could see it working out, and more than a few wondered how a semi-structured memoir could transition into film.
If anything, I would like to see how they pull off the confession booth episode that's found near the end of the book. And if you haven't read it, you should - I've found that Christians who have read it either love it or hate it, and I seem to be the only one who stays comfortable in the middle ground.