I have been trying to read a little more lately. One might never guess how little time a writer might find to sit and read. That, however, can be a different post.

I have commenced an attempt to finish up the list of books that I’ve started in the last nine months to a year, than put aside. More from getting busy with life and other things, and consequently more than half-forgetting about the books, than anything else. In this endeavor, I have so far succeeded three times in the last week.

First, I finished Elisabeth Elliot’s Loneliness. A very good book, that our pastor’s wife suggested to me. I confess that I was tempted to hate it a bit in the beginning, but it was a very convicting, yet almost comforting book to read.

Second, I finished E. B. White’s Stuart Little. I know many people love this book, but I am afraid I just couldn’t discover why. The story felt random, and lacking in a real and satisfying ending, beside being a bit creepy in that a mouse was born to a human. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what happened. Stuart too, had an attitude that I didn’t care much for either. One of those, I’ve got more sense and am better than pretty much any other creature on the planet, type of attitudes, or so it seemed to me. Overall, I was disappointed, for once rating the movie, with all its silliness and issues, rather higher than the book.

Third was C.S. Lewis’ The Horse and His Boy. Probably my least favorite of the Narnia books I have read thus far, but still a fun read. Besides, there’s just something about being in a wood of talking animals that just excites my imagination. Possibly, because I’ve imagined that animals could talk, ever since I could remember.

Currently? I’m working to finish L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, and I’ve still got a ways to go…

To the KING be all the glory!