I’m a reader, a former bookseller, a former English teacher, and a writer—and I’m also a Christian. So when I come across an excellent novel that is clearly written by a Christian author, I rejoice. Sadly, this doesn’t happen nearly as often as I’d like.

Of course, Wendell Berry and Marilynne Robinson fall into that category. As does Kristin Lavransdatter, my favorite novel of all time (read why here). And I just finished two books back-to-back that have me thinking there must have been divine intervention in my selections. One of them is a national bestseller, a rags-to-riches publishing story that has taken readers—especially Christian readers—by storm. The other is an exquisite novel from a masterful author whom I just started reading within the past year.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone got the idea that women ought to have their own version of The Screwtape Letters. It turns out that two people got this idea, seemingly at the same time.

Have you already read C. S. Lewis’s 1942 classic satire, The Screwtape Letters? If not, you should go do that. The letters are written from the point of view of a senior demon talking to a younger, inexperienced demon. The topic is a certain young man that they are trying to wrest away from “the Enemy” (God) and win to the side of “Our Father Below” (Satan). If this idea intrigues you, or if you loved this book as millions of Christians have, and especially if you are a woman, then read on.