Why is My Book Bag So Heavy?
I have book envy. I'm envious of Steven Riddle's latest reads: Tolstoy, Stinnisen, and Nicolson's God's Secretaries. Hopefully his meaty list will inspire improvement in my lackluster one, which most prominently includes Pete Rose's Pete Rose: My Prison Without Bars. The ol' lefthander Joe Nuxhall has a book coming out so I'm backlogged with baseball books. But they be like cotton candy - oh so tasty.
Every five years I make it to the local mall (this time to rent a tux) and I came across a bookstore with the Pope's new Rise, Let Us Be on Our Way prominently displayed. I felt it incumbent to reward the bookseller for his good taste and so I purchased a copy and am enjoying it so far. Of course, the Pope could probably write about snail darters and I'd be transfixed.
Other books who have made the cut but haven't been read much lately are:
Jefferson Davis biography I've been reading in ten page increments for three years. We're finally at Fort Sumter. The Great Means of Salvation by St. Alphonsus Ligouri Bruno's Dream by Iris Murdoch Crisis of Faith, Crisis of Love by Thomas Keating Stalin : The Court of the Red Tsar by Simon Sebag Montefiore