Here is the stack of books I read in April. My grandpa made that little stool for me when I was little. It still makes me feel special as I imagine him hammering in all those tiny nails.
- The Memory of Old Jack, by Wendell Berry — Old Jack Beechum is a Port Williams pillar, the oldest one left of his generation. His story is told through his memories, which become more real as he gets closer to crossing over to Jordan. His crusty exterior is explained by the disappointments in his life, but his tender heart keeps breaking through, making him one of Berry’s most endearing characters.
- The Art of Neighboring, by Jay Pathek and Dave Runyon — The authors are pastors in Denver, Colorado, who asked their mayor, “What can we do to help our city flourish?” He responded, “The majority of issues that our community is facing would be drastically reduced if we could just figure out a way to become a community of great neighbors.” Huh. Sounds kinda like Jesus. You know, “Love your neighbor as yourself.” Sometimes you need to hear it from the mayor. What if Jesus meant to actually love the people who live right around us?
- 40 Days of Decrease, by Alicia Britt Chole — This book was a Lent devotional that I picked up on a whim and, boy, am I ever glad I did. It was deep and profound and made Lent extra meaningful. I will pull this one out again next year.
- A Man Called Ove, by Fredrik Backman — I’ve seen this title on several recommended reading lists, so when I noticed the book on the “7 day checkout” shelf at my public library one Thursday, I decided to see if I could conquer the deadline. It was a hefty 337 pages; I finished it on Saturday. It was light and easy, but I didn’t stop once to copy out something worth remembering.
- Unoffendable, by Brant Hansen — I had this on my Lit List in February, but I read it out loud to PB in March and April. Don’t be surprised if you see it again in May or June. It’s that kind of book.
- 24/6, by Matthew Sleeth, M.D. — I started this book last fall, got derailed, and picked it back up in April. “Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy” is the only commandment that begins with “remember”, as if God knew we would forget. And it seems we have. Dr. Sleeth points out that stopping and resting are part of God’s design for people to live well. I needed that reminder.
A good book on your shelf is a friend that turns its back on you and remains a friend.
Lots of cold and rainy days in March made for good chunks of reading time. Here’s what was on the shelf in March:
- A Place on Earth, by Wendell Berry — My love affair with Port Williams and all its endearing characters continues. Heart-wrenching stories are perfectly woven in the lives of people who seem so real, I find myself thinking about them, wondering how they are doing. Berry’s characters remind me of the good farm folks I grew up around — people who worked and lived “with the good earth all around.”
- From Tablet to Table: Where Community is Found and Identity is Formed, by Leonard Sweet — This book is a call to bring back the table. Sweet issues a challenge to move away from tablets and iphones and “social” media and bring some actual people into our homes for an actual meal around an actual table. His insight into the many conversations Jesus had at mealtimes was an eye opener. I’ll be using some of Sweet’s material for our Spring Women’s Bible Study. (Kindle version)
- Farm Recipes and Food Secrets From the Norske Nook, by Helen Myhre — Yes, this is a cookbook and it’s full of recipes that I didn’t read word for word. But if there was ever a fun-to-read cookbook, this is it. I felt like I was 10 years old, sitting at my neighbor’s house one farm over, listening to my 4-H leader give a cooking lesson. Myhre has a down-home way of making everything sound simple and deliciously funny.
- The Road Back to You, by Ian Morgan Cron and Suzanne Stabile — This is the latest take on the ancient personality type system called the Enneagram. Unlike some other, more academic publications, this one is approachable and easy to understand. I like this book because they emphasize how a level of self- awareness opens up intimacy with God.
- Still Writing: The Perils and Pleasures of a Creative Life, by Dani Shapiro — I keep telling myself to stop reading books about writing so I have more time to write, but then I hear somebody recommend a book like this on some podcast and before I know it, I’m putting the title on hold. Shapiro had some good points, but they are the same good points that I’ve read in twenty other books on writing. I should write a book called Still Reading: The Perils and Pleasures of Reading About Other Peoples’ Creative Lives.
Whatcha been reading? Any good recommendations are welcome!
“In the case of good books, the point is not to see how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.” – Mortimer J. Adler
The common cold knocked me for a loop last month. Only four titles made it to my “Books Read” notebook, but they were good ones. Here’s what has been on the bookshelf in February:
- Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis — I started this book a few years ago and stalled out so it went back on the shelf. Then I recently talked to someone who loved it, so I picked it back up. I yawned through the first 32 pages. Then I highlighted the daylights out of the rest of the book. Now I see why it’s a classic. Glad I gave it a second try and stuck with it.
- A Grief Observed by C. S. Lewis — This short book (75 pages) was heartbreakingly honest about the death of Lewis’ wife. I didn’t underline one word because it felt too sacred to mark up a man’s journey through loss and grieving.
- All Is Grace: A Ragamuffin Memoir by Brennan Manning — I listened to the audio version of this book because it’s hard to read with a sinus headache. I retreated to a dark room, put in earphones and was mesmerized by Maurice England’s narration. Brennan looks back at his life as a priest, then not a priest; his marriage, then his divorce; his constant struggle with alcoholism, then sobriety, then alcoholism. He sums up his life with three words: all is grace.
- Unoffendable by Brant Hansen — I know it’s probably too early to call, but this may be my “book of the year”. I laughed at the humorous stories but cringed at how convicting this message was to my spirit. Mostly I felt like I had just been slapped up-side the head, in a good way. I obviously needed this book. Now I want to figure out how to give everyone I know a copy without offending them.
“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.” Irving Stone
I remember my mother saying that February wasn’t good for anything except reading a book. I’ve adopted that same philosophy, but expanded it to include January and March. Gloomy winter days and cold dark nights are especially conducive to knocking titles off my To Be Read list and moving them to my Books Read notebook.
I’ve been listing books since 2004. There are enough pages in my notebook to keep recording titles until 2059. I’ll be 100 years old. I like to plan ahead.
2017 has gotten off to a brisk start. Here’s what has been on the bookshelf in January:
- The Magnolia Story by Chip and Joanna Gains — their love story and their rise to fame. They have somehow stayed humble and appreciative. Inspiring.
- Nathan Coulter by Wendell Berry — the first of Berry’s “Port Williams” series of stories. Wendell didn’t know it would turn into a series when he wrote this. I’m glad he kept going.
- Watch For the Light: Readings for Advent — this compilation of readings continued into January. It was nice to extend Christmas through Epiphany.
- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte — somehow I made it through sixteen years of education without reading this book. I listened to the free audio version by LibriVox, complete with Elizabeth Klett’s English accent.
- The Art of Slow Writing by Louise De Salvo — I’m a slow writer. Now I know it’s an art.
- The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows — purely for fun. So delightful. I wanna go to Guernsey.
- Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry — my heart just swelled typing this title. Oh Wendell. I wish you could come over for dinner and talk about Troy and Mattie and Burley. And, of course, Jayber.
Happy winter reading!