As you may have guessed, my reading is quite eclectic.
SRP Book 7
I’ve been wanting to read this book for quite a while now so I picked it up on an impulse a couple of Saturdays when we were in a Christian bookstore choosing pao’s anniversary present.
I think this counts as my non-fiction book! Philip Yancey examines the concept of grace in this book and I thought his honesty was really refreshing. He doesn’t condemn and admits that he was very racist in the past which was really incredible. I was really struck by some of the stories he related including that of history of ungrace in one family where one grudge led to another and the seeds of unhappiness scattered throughout generations.
It was an interesting book and the story that I mentioned below made me think about my dad. We haven’t spoken for many years after my mother died. I used to say that he was dead but that isn’t true and I think if I’m going to respect myself as a Christian then I’m going to have to do something about it and tell him that I forgive him what happened 20 or so years ago. I am going to take it slowly and try and email him first as I found his CV on the web. Rather than let those seeds of unhappiness go on, I’m going to take the first step. Just got to pluck up some courage now.
SRP Book 8
Four women from very different backgrounds are drawn together by a knitting class at a new yarn shop: Lydia, the shop owner, has health issues which colour the way she lives her life and her relationships with her family and others; Alix, a street-wise kid, living on the breadline and her attitude; Jacqueline, wealthy and snobby; and Carol, desperate for a baby to love. Their first project is a baby blanket whose pattern is included in the front of the book. Over time, the four women become friends, knit together.
This was one of my birthday gifts from the wonderful Chris and was a perfect read for my weekend away!
I’m all caught up now! Bet you are all relieved.
I’ve just started Hot Six by Janet Evanovich which I bought in Wimbledon in case of rain. We bought a huge Wimbledon umbrella whilst we were there so it didn’t rain