After reading Brenda's review of this book, I found it available in our library. I began reading it and quickly began reading passages out loud to my husband. End result? I ended up reading it while we shared the front seat of our car during the Memorial Day weekend and finished it (aloud) last night.
It is an inspiring book at many levels. In some ways it reminded me of the classic, Pilgrim's Progress. I found myself trying to make various parts of it allegorical. Forcing that didn't work all the time though...
It was a story about love, marriage, sadness, humanity, courage, wild flowers, nature, and England. All at the same time.
It was a good read.
Memorial Day took us to our sons' home. I left with a thankful heart AND a couple of books . I began to read this one but after reading only a couple of entries, I texted him to see if he woud mind if I mark in it. Then I asked if I might possibly purchase it from him.
Miss O'Conner's prayer journal (written when she was only 21 or 22), expresses many of the spiritual passions and agonizing desires of my own 65-year-old heart.
I can only read it slowly. Sentence by sentence. Sometimes only one word before pausing. Marveling. Praying. Crying. Yearning.
A unique feature of this book is that there are pages of the journal in Flannery O'Connor's own handwriting at the end.
Though a short book, I haven't finished it yet. I may NEVER finish it...
It's good to be reading again. For awhile it had been difficult to pick up a book and read. I seemed to have no stomach for it. I hope to find more worthy books--good reads. (That term is so subjective, I know. Still, I am open to suggestions.)
...Just a few photos from our Memorial Day...