Years ago, chiseling on stone, I started out writing by doing book reviews. I don’t remember my first review title but know it was a book for a woodworking magazine. I concluded the review with one peeve: the subtitle claimed the book was a primer on batch woodworking where, to speed production, you might make ten of something instead of one. There wasn’t a hint about batch woodwork in the book and I pointed it out. I didn’t make a dime but got to keep the book, which was a great deal in my way of thinking. Since then, I’ve reviewed hundreds of books. In fact, on my spreadsheet based To Be Read list is a final check-box after each title: ‘Reviewed?’ I don’t consider a book read until I’ve reviewed it.
So, here I am, combining a dozen websites and hundreds of posts into one site. It’s against the rules, I know. Rule makers say, “Focus like a laser on one thing – then cut that thing in half.” Maybe that’s the best way to operate a site for efficiency and for collecting email addresses. I don’t know. It’s not the way I work, though. On any day, I might write fiction about a boy growing up in medieval Scandinavia or about DNA methylation. I will invariably write something memoirish and might top the day off with a book review or a psalm. I have so much stuff in my head I wonder if I will ever get it all out. I hope not. For my writing transgressions, I ask that you forgive me in the same way that others forgive you.
You should know that I am a member of the Amazon affiliate program. If you use my site to access Amazon and buy a book, I get a kickback in return. If you do that and buy a 1973 Porsche Turbo I might make enough for a cup of coffee. Here’s hoping!
Cheers and good reading…
Destiny, Step Into Your Purpose, by TD Jakes. Light reading for the choir.A cheerleader in your pocket.
The Devils Delusion by David Berlinski. The Discovery Institute stalwart, not useful, relevant, or meaningful. A smart guy rants, and wonders why you don’t agree.
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCuthers. Slow and humid Southern Gothic. Wonderful.
I Can See Clearly Now, Wayne Dyer. I’ve disagreed with him on just about everything but have never come away without new insight and a deeper understanding.
Knowing God, J.I. Packer. One day, this will a classic. The prose is gorgeous, and the insight sublime. Packer is of a Reformed mindset and lays out his thoughts wonderfully.
No Plot, No Problem, Chris Baty. A guide to NaNoWriMo byt the guy who started it. Essential if you participate. No much there if you don’t.
A Short Guide to a Long Life, David Agus. Forget the fads. Forget keto and fermented orange rind. Good heavens, don’t drink charcoal. Nutrition and longevity advice from an MD and scientist.
Silence, Shusaku Endo. Called a modern classic made into a film by Martin Scorsese. It’s a brutal story of missionaries in medieval Japan where Christians are persecuted. Not a happy story.
The Snow Child, Eowyn Ivey. Glorious fiction, well told, grabs and doesn’t let go, glorious fiction. Adult fantasy.
What Makes Olga Run? Bruce Grierson. Why your 90-year-old grandmother is a world-class athlete. Can you follow in her footsteps? Maybe.
A Year in Provence, Peter Mayle. He went to France for a while and never left. Hilarious.