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I have a general theory about books. I like to read books that have been written by men who are now dead, and women who are very old. From time to time I find books written by men still living, and I enjoy them, yet always with a cynical 'ah, well you're not dead yet!' thrown in for good measure. It must be that I assume, be it ever so falsely, that an old woman isn't going to seriously screw up her life, but, an old man...well, you never know.

Having said that, here is a list of some of my very favorite dead men authors:

Oswald Chambers
C. S. Lewis
Francis Schaeffer
George MacDonald

And, my favorite still living older women authors:

Edith Schaeffer
Leanne Payne
Elizabeth Eliott

Of living men, I read everything that Larry Crabb writes. I highly doubt that we would ever be friends, though. He seems awfully moody. But, I always come away from his books knowing that I have thought those very same things.

I also read Philip Yancey, John Piper, Dallas Willard and Jim Cymbala.

I truly struggle to read books by younger women. And, I sometimes feel empty after reading books by authors who are humorous. I'm not sure why, as if I were ever to write, that is how I would feel most comfortable doing it.

Hmmm...maybe what holds me back from the younger writer, is that I know how much my thinking has changed over the years. I hold their books in my hand, and think...honey, you haven't live long enough to KNOW that for sure.

Anyway...those are just some thoughts that fell out of my brain today. Who knows? Tomorrow I might mature into a woman who thinks this is all a bucket of slop.