Each book I read affects me in some way. As a teenager Stephen King’s “The Mangler” instilled a fear of commercial laundry facilities. As a pre-teen I was devastated over the untimely deaths of Dan and Little Anne and angry at the beautiful red fern growing up between their graves. When I first read a Lavyrle Spencer romance I was caught up in the sweet, push and pull tension between two people falling in love. And I was a fearful resident in Frank Peretti’s crumbling town of Ashton as life and death spiritual warfare raged all around.
Books can open our eyes about lonely depression, remind us of the unstoppable power of prayer and the blessing of unconditional love, or frighten us (okay, me) enough that we leave the bathroom light on at night. Stories become a minute yet remarkably real part of us, hopefully teaching while also telling a story – and introducing characters – we come to care about and often remember throughout the days of our life.
Many times after finishing a book I’m overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions. Writing is my favorite medium of thought and how I best sort through the wild jumble of my imagination. This section of my blog shares what I’ve recently read and allows me to express my thoughts on their words.