The year winds down, and annual reading lists abound. As always, I took time to look back over my own reading year. Compiling such a list was more challenging than it has been in the past since I no longer read exclusively on my Kindle. I also returned to the library, and they keep no record
Gerry drops me off at the door and goes to fill the car with gas. I flash my card to the Costco gatekeeper and walk In—along with a herd of other people who got here early, hoping to get in and out, before it gets too busy. I head for the books. I always head
It turns out to be the kind of Sunday afternoon I wait for all year. It’s cloudy after church so, instead of going out to take photos as we thought we might, Gerry switches on the fireplace and we curl up for the afternoon with quilts and books. The only thing that would make it
Must. Stop. Reading. Just kidding, I’ll never stop reading, but I do have to stop allowing it to rob me of sleep. Or do I? Waking this morning, hours past the time I like to begin the day. Not a huge problem, but it messes with my routine. And I do like routine. Ah well—onward
Reading well adds to our life—not in the way a tool from the hardware store adds to our life, for a tool does us no good once lost or broken, but in the way a friendship adds to our life, altering us forever.” Karen Swallow Prior, On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life through Great
Books have formed the soul of me. I know that spiritual formation is of God, but I also know—mainly because I learned it from books—that there are other kinds of formation, too, everyday gifts, and that God uses the things of this earth to teach us and shape us, and to help us find truth.
Reading well adds to our life—not in the way a tool from the hardware store adds to our life, for a tool does us no good once lost or broken, but in the way a friendship adds to our life, altering us forever. Karen Swallow Prior, On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life through Great