Category Archives: book excerpts
one tiny thing
That’s what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It’s geometrically progressive—all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment. The Guernsey LiteraryContinue reading “one tiny thing”
delightful
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
learning
… each of us lives out of some sense of identity, and our gospel identity amnesia will always lead to some form of identity replacement. That is, if who I am in Christ does not shape the way I think about myself and the things I face, then I will live out of some other identity. Often inContinue reading “learning”
wild things
Slowly, she unraveled each word of the sentence: “‘ There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.’” “Oh,” she said. “Oh.” “You can read, Kya. There will never be a time again when you can’t read.” “It ain’t just that.” She spoke almost in a whisper. “I wadn’t aware thatContinue reading “wild things”
echo
She bit her lips until her mouth turned white. It wasn’t like the pain when Ma left—in fact, she struggled to mourn him at all. But being completely alone was a feeling so vast it echoed,.. Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
ragged sobs
Above the roar of pounding waves, Kya called to the birds. The ocean sang bass, the gulls sang soprano. Shrieking and crying, they circled over the marsh and above the sand as she threw piecrust and yeast rolls onto the beach. Legs hanging down, heads twisting, they landed. A few birds pecked gently between herContinue reading “ragged sobs”
behold
John realized he was seeing what no other eye could see. This was the sign of the Messiah. John fell silent. His only thought was, “Where landed the lighted dove? Who is out there?” Murmuring whispers swept across the crowd. Many followed John’s searching gaze. Spontaneously, John roared, Behold the Lamb of God! “I amContinue reading “behold”
I am but one voice
“John, your pain is great. I feel it. Tonight you so desperately need to understand me, to fathom my ways, to peer into the riddle of my sovereignty. Your heart is breaking. But, John, you are not the first to have this need. You are but one in a long train of humankind stretching acrossContinue reading “I am but one voice”
