What I'm Reading

I don't know why I tell myself that I am going to read certain books in a certain order, because I never do.

Usually, I stumble across them as they gleam like a shiny coin in a shallow pond.

The book that gleamed to me during my bookcase sorting episode was "The Genesee Diary" by Henri Nouwen. This one I cannot just read at night. I took it out to my porch rocker this morning, but only lasted a bit as it was too cool. Then, it warmed up and became too noisy. Next, a cuddly baby and a rowdy dog come to visit.

So, I've set Henri aside for awhile, but I'll be picking him up again as soon as it quiets down over here.

What a great book.