â€œWait a minute,â€ I thought when I got to the end of the first chapter of Joe Kissackâ€™s The Fourth Fisherman. â€œHeâ€™s comparing his life in 1997 to the lives of fishermen in 2005. Thatâ€™s a difference of eight years.â€ When I mentioned this to my husband, he said, â€œYou have to keep reading.â€ He was ahead of me in the book. Donâ€™t tell him that he was correct. As a Hollywood executive, Joe Kissack lived the life most of us dream of. He knew celebrities, lived in a mini-mansion, had expensive cars. But he let fame get the best of him and became addicted to alcohol, cigarettes, and anti-depressants. A friend intervened, using a Bible to grab Joeâ€™s attention. When he got his life turned around, news broke about the three Mexican fishermen that had been found near Australia. Joe travels to Mexico to meet the men and get a movie deal from them. A woman he encounters on this trip encourages him to include his story in with the fishermenâ€™s story. I understood the connection that Joe made with the three remaining fishermen based on faith. It did make me uncomfortable when he said that he was the fourth fisherman. I really felt that without actually literally being stuck and lost at sea he had no right to lay that claim. I donâ€™t like the metaphorical use of the phrase. Yes, we all have our boats and we all get â€œlostâ€, but itâ€™s not the same as what those men endured. I received this book for free from Waterbrook Multnomah Press in exchange for reviewing it. I am under no obligation to give a favorable or unfavorable review.