One of things I've most enjoyed about the blogging experiment (besides the worldwide adulation it's won me, of course) is that it provides a good excuse to pin down my thoughts. The posts I've found most rewarding have been those where the act of writing, for even a very modest audience, has prompted some measure of constructive reflection. And that's been especially the case when writing about books. Having to organize and then express my thoughts about something I've read can deepen what I draw out of a experience and help me sharpen my own awareness of whatever I think the book's message might be. Plus, if we're lucky, it might be interesting for you to read. Or maybe point you to a book that could make a difference in your life.
With that in mind, I sat down at a nearby Ethiopian restaurant last week with a pen and paper in hopes of writing a series of short book reviews about everything I've read over the past few months but failed to blog about. It went okay. I wrote a lot. But then I stuffed the notes away in my bag and now when I pull them out a week later I'm unable to piece the thoughts back together. It's probably a bad sign when I can't even read my own handwriting.
So, all I can offer tonight is a list of what I've been flipping through. They've all been good books, but I guess you'll just have to take my word on that. Sorry.
And here's what I'm working on now.