So here is a confession. I am a bookaholic. I can’t enter a bookstore with any kind of currency, because of the temptation. Seriously. I have such a deep affection for books, I read several at a time.
I have a “reader’s journal” where I am supposed to jot down mini-reviews of the books I read. It has been my intention for years to keep brief summaries/notes about each book, for reference as well as to use when I “prescribe” a book to a friend for whatever may ail him or her.
But I have recently finished a succession of books… and written about none of them! No sooner did I finish one that I compulsively started devouring another. Then another. Why? I don’t know. Such impatience. It gives you indigestion – to keep intaking the thoughts of others without adequately digesting them. You cannot savour them, and they don’t nourish you as much as they could. What am I missing, when I press ahead like that? I don’t know, do I?!
Here in a nutshell are the recently finished books: Yann Martel’s Life of Pi – an odd and completely engrossing book about a boy from India who is cast adrift for months in a lifeboat with several animals from a zoo. This book sprained my brain slightly, and I love that. Hannah Hurnard’s Hind’s Feet on High Places – a classic which I had never read, about Miss Much Afraid (how I relate to her!) and her journey from the valley (where she is tormented by her relatives, the Fearings) to the High Places with the Shepherd. I think every woman on the planet should read it. A Grace Disguised by Jerry Sittser – a story of catastrophic loss, the words of a man who lost his mother, wife and daughter all in one tragic accident, and was left to raise his surviving children on his own. This non-depressing book has helped thousands deal with sudden, unexplained heartache and tragedy.
I’m working on Dear Church, by Sarah Cunningham – a letter from a young woman to the Church, explaining why so many of her generation have grown disillusioned. Every pastor should read this one… Also, the Confessions of Saint Augustine, which might take me a lifetime to read – it’s slow going. Did you know he was a type of prodigal son for ten very long years? He had a lot to confess! Am re-reading The Knowledge of the Holy, by A.W. Tozer. Also a classic, and should be re-read regularly to maintain perspective on just Who is God.
Yup. Books are awesome.