I would have never read Gilead if I hadn't read my sister's post about it. It's a simple, beautifully written story of a preacher from a line of preachers writing a letter to his young son. When I finished, I had the desire to directly start re-reading it.

I liked his friend Boughton's idea about heaven. "He said, 'Mainly I just think about the splendors of the world and multiply by two. I'd multiply by ten or twelve if I had the energy. But two is much more than sufficient for my purposes.' So he's just sitting there multiplying the feel of the wind by two, multiplying the smell of the grass by two."

I feel glad that I read this book. It provided a little jolt to the spirit. It reminded me to count my blessings. "Ah, this life, this world."

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