Your favorite book of all time.
“Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing. Nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. For fear will rob him if he gives too much.”
– Cry, The Beloved Country by Alan Paton.
Favorite title of a book.
– Of the ones that i’ve read? Nobbut A Lad by Alan Tichmarsh. Of the ones that i’m slated to read? In A Pit With A Lion On A Snowy Day by Mark Batterson.
A book that you wish more people would’ve read.
– Not a book, a genre. Biographies. I wish more people would read biographies.
I believe that there’s a lot you can learn from the life of another. Their great achievements, their failures, their regrets.
I believe that you don’t have to make all the mistakes yourself. We have the benefit of the guidance of those who’ve gone ahead and successfully (if not fantastically) made it through despite the odds.
To pick up a biography of a life well led, is to be among the wise. And to find yourself in the company of those extraordinary men and women who throughout history have as Theodore Roosevelt so wisely put it “…actually strived to do the deeds, who have known great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spend themselves in a worthy cause; who at the best know in the end the triumph of high achievement,…“
The first novel you remember reading.
– I don’t remember the first novel I ever read, but I do remember the books I enjoyed reading and I used to read in series! Sweet Valley High, Fear Street, The Baby Sitter’s Club, (and regrettably, in retrospect) Goosebumps. It’s funny how the authors names too remain with me to date; Beverly Clearly, Judy Blume, Francine Pascal, Anne M. Martin and R.L. Stine formed the staples of my childhood readings.
Favorite Male Character
– Passepartout in my just finished read, Around The Word In Eighty Days by Jules Verne. Until about four days ago, I had none to share. But Mr. Fogg’s servant endears himself time after time in this account. With his open, forthright reactions to his new master’s mission impossible and hilarious observations taking in the sights and sounds of the places they visit. Above all, his escapade trekking through the jungles of India.
Now that i’ve found him, Passepartout is going to be a difficult one to supplant.
A book that makes you sad.
– It’s not a book, it’s a short story. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen. It’s quite sobering, the misery that the least among us endure. And similarly telling of we – a society of people – whose hearts have grown so cold that even though having in our power the ability to relieve this misery, do not.
Defend the cause of the poor and needy,
and so all will go well for you.
Is that not what it means to know me?”
declares the Lord.