I finished The Feminine Face of God over a week ago and then launched into another read, apparently on a ravishing reading whim (or procrastination of my own writing).
First of all, The Feminine Face of God is a must-read, in my opinion, for those interested in women’s spirituality. It was first published in 1991, but women’s stories are timeless in a way. Also, the authors leave the story open, to be continued as it should be. When I finished the book, I was left wondering what my story would be, what it will be. Thought-provoking and delightful.
My next reads were highly recommended by a friend of ours. She was amazed we hadn’t
read Orson Scott Card’s The Tales of Alvin Maker. Well, we hadn’t, and my husbandwasquick to pick up a copy and read the first, The Seventh Son, then the second, The Red Prophet. In my hunger for a new book, I picked up the first, then the second about a month later. I can’t wait until we get the rest. My husband is very patient.
In a way that Harry Potter takes you off to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, The Tales of Alvin Maker takes you back to an “alternative” frontier America, the America alive with folk magic and Native American spirituality. It is ripe with the conflict of the White man and the Red man, and the relationship of man with God. This seemingly light read has touched me deeply. I would like for my older daughter to read it, but I think for younger readers, parents definitely need to read it first to know what topics might come up, what scenes might need to be discussed. Ah, I can’t wait to read the rest of the series.
Now I also have other books going, books related to birth, vaccinations and breastfeeding. Those are more out of necessity, though, than for fun. A balance of both on the bedside table is a good thing, and reading a book, I’ve decided, is much more rewarding than watching a movie . . . most of the time.