Oh man, have I forgotten the glory of discovering a good book!
Recently, I posted a status update on facebook saying, "Anyone have any good book recommendations?" I have always loved reading, and I often take (a little too much) pride in my growing library at home, but in the last six months or so, I simply haven't gotten around to reading anything outside of the Bible and textbooks. And now that Autumn has arrived with its brisk winds and turning of the leaves, I have especially craved finding a book that would pull me in and compliment me well with a blanket and hot tea by my side. Thus, I posted my status update and received a ton of responses (26 I think?). I simply had no idea which recommendation I should take, so I closed my eyes, twirled my finger around, placed it gently on my computer screen, and decided to buy the book my finger landed on first: Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. I bought it on Half.com, received it yesterday in the mail, and am now three quarters of the way through it. It's exactly the book that I've been craving. Hemingway has whit that makes me giggle out loud, Tozer writes with such thickness that I must reread each paragraph he writes in order to absorb it all, Sue Monk Kidd writes in a way that simply warms the heart, but Lewis in TWHF writes with the same drive and excitement that Tolkien exhibits in The Hobbit. It's that magical, epicness that leaves a wake in the reader's mind after the book is put down.
My plan last evening was to be in bed by 9:30, being that I'm trying to get over being sick. Yet, I didn't sleep until 11:30 due to my hands and eyes being glued to the pages on my new find...
Whee!
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