I picked this up immediately after finishing the previous book and was a little surprised at the narrator’s abrupt leap from child to 30-something man. It’s a sign of Rice’s talent that the narrator is still recognizably the same. The same, that is, until He becomes, or realizes, or chooses to realize, that He is the Son of God. The story of that growth is the story of the book. It’s presumptuous of any author to answer the question, “what did Christ know about His own nature and when did He know it?” It’s even more presumptuous to answer that question in the first person. Rice manages the trick well, and the story builds nicely to a conclusion at John the Baptist’s baptism of Christ and a denouement at the wedding at Cana.