1. Edith Schaeffer What Is A Family?
edith schaeffer has a way of looking at the ordinary life of a family and seeing in it beauty and possibility and responsibility like few other authors i’ve read. i am not always the biggest fan of her writing style and i can see how many might dismiss much of what she says as being dated and therefore not applicable to our current lives, but there are so many wonderful passages and words of wisdom here. the third chapter describes the family as the birthplace of creativity. here she is describing the creativity involved in the relationship between adam and eve and God in the garden of eden:
Yes, creativity was born in a family setting with a perfect environment – vertically in the relationship between God and human beings, and horizontally between man and wife. Into this setting the way was prepared for new human beings to be born, and for diverse, creative people to come forth, begin to create, and to influence each other. p 50
and then she’ll follow with ideas of how she encouraged creativity in her own family or how she saw it in her children’s families. she has such an understanding and insight into little people and how they think. true confession – i do not. i need to read and know people like her to get the encouragement and ideas and help to relate to the kiddos in my life.
2. Terence T. Gorski and Merlene Miller Staying Sober: A Guide For Relapse Prevention
fear not, my appreciation for a glass of wine or a beer has not turned into an addiction. no, a counselor recommended this book to me after our involvement with our friend’s addiction and relapse. our church has a number of people in it that struggle with addictions and i hope that reading on the topic will give me more insight into and compassion with their struggle. the book is eye-opening and helpful, and i’d recommend it to anyone who has a friend or family member who struggles with addiction.
i love chris kimball, editor of Cook’s Illustrated and host of America’s Test Kitchen. the guy is funny and quirky and this book is no exception. i’m well over half-way through the book and even though i still kind of question the whole endeavor and find it a bit…random?? i am still enjoying it. each chapter has a bit of victorian history, bostonian history, and an explanation of one the 12 courses he’s preparing for his over-the-top authentic victorian meal. the first course? mock turtle soup (technically boiled calf’s head soup) garnished with fried brain balls. just reading about the time it took to make the courses and the heat from the coal stoves and the lack of a dishwasher exhausts me.
and because i know i need a little fiction in my life and because i know i should actually get around to reading one of the books already on my 2011 book list, i’ll be starting Wuthering Heights tonight.