- The Road by Cormac McCarthy
- Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving
- and two James Patterson novels, which are my guilty pleasure.
I just realized in looking up the links that The Road was an Oprah Book Club selection.. and you know I love me some Oprah.
Library's are such a spiritual place- all those words in one place is kind of intoxicating. All the hopes, dreams and adventures created by those authors- and the dreams that first book must have created for the authers themselves. I admire that level of passion and dedication. I have a couple of friends who could write a book... I'd buy it, even if they were just blowing sunshine.
On the way back from the library, I succesfully navigated a different way home than how I'd gotten there. In my travel, I passed a bar called the "Electric Cowboy". I immediately noticed the massive amount of cars there at only 7:30pm. The next thing I saw was the Girls Gone Wild bus. Class has officially arrived in East Texas, boys. *shudder*
Time for a salad and then Lost. Sheesh... next thing you know I'll be donating my time to the local convent or something.
Edit: I just opened A Prayer for John Meany to find a title for this blog and read the first sentence. You know when you just know you've found a good one? Well this is one.
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice- not because of his voice, of because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.