Books. I've been tagged a tag which digs into my relationship with the literature of our world. Hard hard hard.
Once my brain has received such a challenge, well, it won't quiet itself down. I'm up before the sun again. I know the Dalai Lama gets up at four to meditate, but me? I'd rather be asleep. Meditation can wait. But apparently my brain wants to settle the issue of this tag in a way besides ignoring it, or doing it injustice through a too-hasty reply.
So, Deanna, here goes. Hope it's worthy of the honor of your tag.
My Current Reading List:
Well, thanks to Deanna, Fit Bodies, Fat Minds, by Os Guinness is on the list, along with...
Annie Dillard's An American Childhood
Pearl S. Buck's The Good Earth
Anna Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy (which seems to be making the rounds of those I know and love, thus I shall attempt it at last) Natural Capitalism which is a book my son, Ben, loaned me to answer some of the questions born from a conversation I had with him this summer on our back porch
A Kierkegaard Anthology, edited by Robert Bretall and
Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Total Books in my Library:
I stopped counting at 1,000. What is this madness?
Last Books I've finished:
Thomas Merton's Seven Storey Mountain
The Intimate Merton: His Life from His Journals
The Beauty Myth: How Images of Beauty Are Used Against Women, by Naomi Wolf
Annie Dillard's Holy the Firm
Go North, Young Man, by Gordon Stoddard (read for the second time)
Last Book I Bought:
A Kierkegaard Anthology, edited by Robert Bretall,
The Most Real Being, by Jack Crabtree
Mere Christianity, by C. S. Lewis
My Favorite Books:
Okay, this is an amazing question. Which are my favorite books? Too long a list. I'm 51 years old and have been reading since I was four or five. As I sit here writing and deleting a list or a long excuse why I can't list, as I contemplate copping-out or waxing deep and apologetic, I realize I must do something with this category so I can go back to bed. "To bed! To bed! To bed, I said." Aha! Dr. Seuss. The beginning of books.
Okay, here goes, I shall close my eyes and let consciousness stream. The first five books I think of I shall write down. Here goes:
How the Grinch Stole Christmas, by Dr. Seuss
Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Wilder
The Shepherd's Castle, by George MacDonald
Go North, Young Man, by Gordon Stoddard
Son of Laughter, by Frederick Buechner
Like some crazy high-speed movie the images of books flip through my brain, decades of joy, tears, laughter, thoughtfulness, and heartache all derived from....books. How I love them.
That's the best I can do...at four in the morning.