“Wait a minute,” I thought when I got to the end of the first chapter of Joe Kissack’s The Fourth Fisherman. “He’s comparing his life in 1997 to the lives of fishermen in 2005. That’s a difference of eight years.” When I mentioned this to my husband, he said, “You have to keep reading.” He was ahead of me in the book. Don’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 Joe’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 fishermen’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 don’t like the metaphorical use of the phrase. Yes, we all have our boats and we all get “lost”, but it’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.