Reading. Writing. Me.
It doesn't surprise me that Nate Philbrick is a fan of Lloyd Alexander. I noticed similarities to The Book of Three as soon as I started reading Where the Woods Grow Wild. But the pig keepers and runaway barnyard animals in Philbrick's tale carried me into another forest for a new adventure I was glad to take.... Continue Reading →
Since giving birth I've had trouble fitting reading into my daily schedule. But now with such luxuries as the baby's regular bedtime, I'm finally able to sneak in a chapter here and there. I look for short, easy reads that I can pick up and put down at a moments notice. You know, in case... Continue Reading →
First off, thank you again Plough Publishing for sending me another lovely book! There are few things more pleasing than receiving unexpected packages with free books inside. ❤ The most recent book they sent me was The God Who Heals, a collection of devotional thoughts from Johann and Christoph Blumhardt. They were a Lutheran father/son pastor team from... Continue Reading →
My mother has always claimed to be a bookworm from her youth, but sometimes I wonder how it can be possible. The only childhood book she's told me she loved was Charlotte's Web. She once told me she read Flowers in the Attic, I know she used to read Nicholas Sparks, and she has this horror story... Continue Reading →
A few weeks ago, I posted about my struggle with anxiety disorder and depression. After which, I mentioned how I’ve been pushing my boundaries, forcing myself to stand against the things that most frighten me On this list is the gradual expansion of my forty-five minute radius safety bubble. I was sitting at about two and a half hours when my in-laws invited... Continue Reading →
