“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become. In reading great literature I become a thousand men and yet remain myself. Like the night sky in the Greek poem, I see with a myriad eyes, but it is still I who see. Here, as in worship, in love, in moral action, and in knowing, I transcend myself; and am never more myself than when I do.”
~C.S. Lewis
After nearly two weeks of planning and baking and decorating and cooking, Thanksgiving seemed to blow in and out like a summer storm. It was wonderful and ever so brief. Lingering around the table with coffee and dessert never lasts long enough for me. The rest of the weekend, I spent playing board/card games and reading. My weekend reads consisted of a few exceptional blog archives from Conversion Diary (and some of her links) and the book Uncharted by Angela Hunt, along with some excellent Advent readings. My mind is still reeling. I approached this book with a healthy degree of skepticism when I read this on the back cover: