Maybe it's the winter blues, maybe I'm getting boring in my old age, or maybe I'm just getting smart. In the past month and a half, I've read 7 books and am working on my 8th. Since college I've loved reading--before that it was the opposite story. But...I've never craved books like now. I started with the Twilight Saga (4 books) which I couldn't read fast enough. Next, on to some non-fiction because it was short, sweet, and highly recommended, The Prodigal God by Timothy Keller. Read it! Then, because I never had, I read To Kill a Mockingbird. I liked it, but it was not what I was hoping for after hearing everyone rave over it. Last night, I finished another Stephanie Meyer book just because I was interested, The Host. OK, but no Twilight:) Now, I'm reading the true story, Three Cups of Tea and I think it's going to be a good one. Not neglecting the best book, which is sadly, easy to do, I'm reading the gospel of John...trying to grasp the beauty and person of Jesus. We'll see how long I can keep up this pace. I guess as long as I can't go to sleep at night and my kids keep napping during the day? Any recommendations...let me know!
