I started The Left Hand of God, by Paul Hoffman, but it got really...questionable. I checked out a few reviews, and they confirmed what I was beginning to suspect - it's a confused, slightly bizarre book that has no idea what it's going for, and a 14-year old Mary Sue boy for a protagonist that is on the road to making Kvothe look mediocre.
The map is bizarre - you've got Memphis, located east of the Appalachian mountain range, and on the eastern shore of the Bay of Memphis...and the Atlas Mountains north of the Appalachians, with the desert-like scablands between and westward.
It reads like YA version of a Patrick Rothfuss book filtered through the Assassins of history, if the Assassins were Christians with a sideways view of Jesus. The four main characters (all young teenagers) introduced so far have all been totally isolated from the outside world and (except for one) abused since they were 5, 6, or 7, but have no qualms about escaping and making their way on their own. Except they can't eat rich food, and much is made of how they get sick after every meal (but despite never having eaten anything but nasty gruel, they all hate it and love "real" food.)
So, I think I'm done with this. It and the sequel can go back to the book sale.