I was so excited to read this book: a book about books! I’m a voracious reader – frequently so caught up in a novel that I sob my way loudly through the sad parts. I have to rein in my enthusiasm at book club gatherings so that others have a chance to speak!
Yet after the introduction I found myself strangely reluctant to keep reading. I felt like the author was trying to persuade me to read books. But I don’t need any persuasion! Perhaps this was not the book I thought it would be? What I hoped for was a clear theological justification for why reading was better than watching the football! (Can you tell we’re at the end of the footy season, and I’m married to a fanatical AFL fan? Needless to say, I did a LOT of reading over the winter…)Read More