Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Call to Mothers

I told myself I wanted to do book reviews every so often just to keep it real.  I love to read.  I love the written word.  I love the smell of books.  I love the sound of pages turning.  I love fiction.  I love coffee table books.  I love children's books.  I fall in love with authors. I devour stories.  I despise myself for reading horrid authors with cliques and bad sentence structures.  I despise people who move the book I am reading or steal it or read over my shoulder or, perish the thought, don't want to hear a funny line.

Stories are the yarns with which we unravel the mysteries of reality and understand the intricate weavings of being.  God Himself reveals Glorious Truths in stories.  I love stories.  A truly good story can wrap me up and spit me out a few hours later just a little different.  Because of my delight in fiction I struggle a little with carnivores.  In other words, I dislike people who tote their reading lists only full of non fiction.  I prefer to refer to myself as an omnivoristic reader.  Hey did I just write that little bit of hilarious brilliance.  I did!

Honestly I have never in my life referred to myself as an omnivoristic reader.  I cannot wait for somewhere to use this distinctly strange and rather insipid sounding statement just to see my Hubster's response.  

This is beginning to sound like a call to readers instead of Mothers.  So I am going to throw what I am reading into the mix.  Side note to say sorry to the one lovely lady who I dearly love who I know reads this and is not yet married (maybe there are more) but to you, TD.... "hey lovely lady buy this book for later!" 

A Mother's Heart 


It is a great book.


My computer won't let me put photos on my pages.  I think google is punishing me for not signing up for Google Wallet.  Hmmmm.
I will write more on this book and include a cover in days to come.  So far best book I have read on mothering.  Very convicting, simple, and helpful.






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