By K.E. Roberts / August 12, 2026 I grew up in the San Gabriel Valley of Southern California, only a few miles away from Jack Chick’s headquarters in Rancho Cucamonga. His fundamentalist Christian “Chick tracts” were everywhere in the 1970s and early 1980s, and my friends and I giggled at the brilliantly succinct fables even as we secretly trembled at the consequences of being “unsaved.” The first one I remember reading was 1964’s This Was Your …
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