I’m a little behind, but I have been reading! So far, I’ve read: “Between the Assassinations,” by Aravind Adiga “Freckles,” by Gene-Stratton Porter “The Wisdom of Stability: Rooting Faith in a Mobile Culture,” by Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove “Under the Overpass,” by Mike Yankoski
“A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. It is one of the few havens remaining where a man’s mind can get both provocation and privacy,” Edward P. Morgan Here are the…
“When a butterfly flaps its wings, it moves tiny pieces of air . . . that move other tiny pieces of air . . . that move other tiny pieces of air. In fact, on the other side of the world, they might be feeling a big whoosh of wind—all because a butterfly flapped its wings here just a few minutes ago!”
The butterfly effect is a call to live a life of permanent purpose
It’s 1:57 a.m.
I just finished reading Nicholas and Micah Sparks’ book, “Three Weeks With My Brother.”
I didn’t intend to stay up this late reading and it’s been awhile since I have. It was worth it.
For whatever reason, I used to pride myself in the fact that I didn’t cry reading books or watching movies. A proud entertainment stoic, I’d frequently tell to others this in response to their sharing about shedding of tears.
I did cry though, don’t get me wrong. I am a very emotional person. I just usually didn’t cry during books or movies.