Book List

I think that mama taught me how to read when I was four years old.  I’ve been chewing through books ever since. And I do mean “chewing through..” because it generally takes me less than a day to tackle an entire book. And that’s only because I have a three-year old bossing me around some of the time.. Pre “mommy hood” I could knock out an entire novel in about two hours. And I’m not bragging. Merely stating the facts Sir.
So I’ve taken the liberty of compiling a list of my most favorite books of all time. Just because good books are timeless, and should be remembered. Because a really good book will change us, sometimes in good ways..sometimes in not so good ways. But they rarely leave us the way that they found us. I hope to one day leave my legacy in ink. But until then..

I read this book long before the movie came out.  S.E. Hinton is undeniably an artist with words.   I was amazed to find that she actually wrote this book while in high school.   Over and over I delved into the life of the “Greasers” and the “Socs” powerfully drawn by the beauty that Pony Boy Curtis was able to find in an often violent existence.    Truly a classic in every sense of the word, there was a depth to the book that I couldn’t quite fully comprehend in my younger years.   It takes years of living to appreciate the golden( and ever fleeting) beauty of youth.   At least, that was the case for me.  Hinton seemed to have a good handle on that at a very early age. Robert Frost’s poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay” was a perfect fit with this story line.   I think I committed it to memory after reading it, because beautiful things should be remembered.  You can read the poem here.   My favorite line in the book?  That one’s easy.  “Stay gold Pony Boy..”

 

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I was drawn to the title of the book, but had never heard of the author. I read this in one sitting because it is, quite simply, a literary work of art. Will’s humanity, the good parts and the broken parts, are beautifully displayed. I laughed some through this book, but in the end I had a good cry. Because forgiveness is such a beautiful thing. In the end, Will comes to see himself no longer in terms of the object of his father’s wrath. He comes to see himself instead as the recipient of his heavenly Father’s grace and forgiveness. And what a view.

“Somehow you must come to understand that God is love, that love is proof of God, and forgiveness is the proof of love.” This. Simply this.

 

 

 

  Now this book took me a while to read.  Not because the concepts were so lofty or hard to wrap my head around.  But because ..quite honestly..it broke my heart.  I’ve long struggled with and against the modern interpretation of Christ’s body. The legalism, the lack commitment to those who need so much of God’s never-ending love, the utter dependence on self.  The building of beautiful churches while the bodies inside remain unchanged, uncommitted, and often unloved. So when I happened on this book by Francis Chan, I believed that it would affirm my ever-growing anti “churchanity” approach to my relationship with Christ.  Boy was I ever wrong.  It turns out that my commitment isn’t at all what the God of the Universe is seeking.  My love for Him has been  somehow hidden away from the rest of the world.  What good is that?

Chan’s forward prepares us for the spiritual meat the book serves so beautifully raw with this simple yet profound truth: ” It is important that we not measure our spiritual health by the people around us, who are pretty much like us.” huh?   “To begin this journey, we will first address our inaccurate view of God, and, consequently, ourselves.”  Well..I put the book down for a bit having figured out by this point that this book wasn’t about some generic problem with believers.  It was going to “bring it” in a powerful and personal way.   And it did not disappoint.   But even as each page contains some pretty hard-hitting conviction, those pages are also imbued with incredible grace and love.  Which is what this is all supposed to be about anyway. If it’s not..then what are we really doing? You can find a copy of the book here.

 

alasI’m not even sure how I happened upon this book. I’d never heard of Pat Frank before, but it’s absolutely in the top five on my list of “most favorite reads.” Alas Babylon is the story of a small town in Florida’s survival after a nuclear war between the old Soviet Union and the United States. While the politics of the war certainly add an interesting backdrop, the human interactions that take place amid such chaotic conditions are the most compelling part of the story. The phrase “Alas Babylon” arises from sermons brothers Randy and Mark hear as young boys. Firey sermons by the preacher Henry about the city of Babylon destroyed by God for its wickedness.  Mark sends those words to his brother Randy to warn of the impending attack. I’ve read this book more than once. For the record, that is unusual. I think part of what makes this book attractive to me is that, despite the hopelessness of the situation, Pat Frank’s characters remain hopeful that life will indeed get better.

 

 

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