Today was a fairly ordinary day. My husband took the morning off his job to accompany me to go meet someone for something I’m working on. I’m so grateful it wasn’t a time-waster for him, because when I confessed my fear, of having him feel his time went wasted, he told me he actually got much out of the time spent accompanying me. God works in amazing ways.
Then, as the day went by, the husband got funnier and funnier. In ways that only he can, in ways that only I find funny.
The World According to Anna by Jostein Gaarder, pages 181-182
She is sitting in a spaceship with the Arab boy. They have won an international award recognizing their efforts on the planet’s behalf. The prize is twelve orbits of the earth.
There are just the two of them in the tiny cabin. They don’t need to worry about anything technical: the shuttle is steered and controlled by computers; all they have to do is sit back and enjoy the trip.
They look down on their planet. Both of them have seen photos from the Apollo mission more than a hundred years ago. The globe is unrecognizable now. It is much more obscured by clouds and storms. This tallies with their experience on the ground. The planet that looked like a bluish-green marble now has more in common with a colorless ball of wool.
Despite all the clouds, it is still a spectacular feeling to be in space, and they can still glimpse some green, brown, and blue patches between the cloud systems. That’s Africa, and there’s India, China and Japan . . .
What surprises her most is the silence. All she can hear is her friend’s breathing. She thinks she can also hear his heart beating. Or is it hers?
The boy is looking at her and smiling.
I’ve always loved fiction for as long as I can remember. To me, characters, albeit imaginary ones, speak more truth than the surface-level information and knowledge I get from most nonfiction books. As a kid I fell in love with them while trying to improve my English. I started reading more because I heard that reading improves your linguistic abilities. Then as I grew up, and I don’t know if it’s just me, it seems like people respect you more if you read more nonfiction than mere literature, as it implies you’ve acquired more real-world, practical and applicable knowledge rather than just reading for pleasure. I gave in to that impression and gradually lost interest in books at all.
This year, however, has been the year that I embraced my true self. I made a simple goal of reading 12 books of any kind to fall in love with books again, and I ended up with 99% fiction. As I said, reading was one way I take pleasure, and I find great joy in watching stories unfold and journeying with particular characters as they go through highs and lows in order to experience change. Like a cup of good tea, it’s been a way for me to unwind and loosen the tangled thoughts in my head. It takes my mind off myself and watching how another character as flawed as I am faces his or her challenges. I’m glad I’ve taken the plunge into worlds that only exist in the mind once again, because as Einstein famously said, imagination is more important than knowledge. Reading into characters deeply has made me a more considerate and empathetic person than I was a year ago.
Here are the pieces of literature (plus one nonfiction) I’ve read this year, listed in reading chronological order:
The Fifth Gospel by Ian Caldwell
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
“We are a religion of captains hoping to go down with the ship. Though we teach our children that the worst thing Judas ever did – worse even than betraying Jesus – was committing suicide, the truth is that what moves the lifeblood of our faith is a thumping impulse toward self-destruction. Greater love has no one than this, Jesus says in the gospel of John. To lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”
This is easily one of the best books I’ve ever read. I’ve got so much to say that this review has bloated up to the length of a standard novella. You were warned.
Little did we know it was going to be this perfect. We were in for a treat: A 17-course meal that went straight for 3 hours, excluding the 90-minute drive from our crib to the place!!!
The theme for November 2016 through May 2017 is a grocery shopping list, one of the things I’m most familiar with now since we got married. There was a coin purse and the shopping list in it, which listed the complete course menu. The list was written informally on a page that looked like it was torn off a lady’s planner. Very un-intimidating for a 5-star restaurant.