Have read so much lately that, last night, I hit my saturation point. Finished Robert Benson's 'Living Prayer' and it was so rich that my brain couldn't absorb any more. Tried to key down with Elizabeth Goudge's 'Christmas Book', but instead felt like I'd eaten a heavy meal. Don't get me wrong---Benson is very easy to read, but I kept making notes of some wonderful comments he made and it was just very filling.
More fool me---picked of Phyllis Tickle's 'The Shaping of a Life' at the library today, via Bonnie's suggestion, and will stare at it on the coffee table for awhile before I crack the cover. Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts. Me with a new library book is like any addict tempted with whatever is their particular vice. It's pathetic.
Will go tidy the place a bit before I rest. Will hold the book as my reward for a job well-done, you know.
