I keep a running book list on this blog (see the sidebar), mostly for me. I realize I am not exceptional in my reading, and I tend to forget titles, so the list is a good reminder of where I have been. If you’re on a mobile device, you can find my book lists in the drop-down menu.
I have read a lot of good things this year, and enjoy talking about books. I don’t know many people with a similar taste in books, and hope that if you find something that you enjoy from one of my lists that you will let me know.
I haven’t finished this book in the picture, but I can recommend it. Three words to describe it are Poignant, Real, and Snarky (when necessary).
About 15 years ago, I began reading this book, and I filled its pages with post-it notes because I found it so interesting. My days were focused on homeschool and babies, and I couldn’t finish it before it was due at the library. Defeated, I pulled the post-it notes from the pages so I could return it, and I made a promise that I would pick it up again when I had more time to devote to such a scholarly work. Well, I remembered my promise and finished it.
There are other books that might tell the story of William Tyndale in a simpler way. This was academic, sometimes over-detailed, and occasionally beyond my understanding.
William Tyndale is one of my heroes. He was the first person to translate the Bible into readable, understandable English from the original Greek and Hebrew. He was condemned as a heretic and killed before he could finish his translation of the Old Testament. Thankfully, his New Testament and Pentateuch were used in the King James Version of the Bible after his martyrdom.
I liked the author’s focus on Tyndale’s value as a translator, comparing many more muddled translations to Tyndale’s direct, clear sentences. Tyndale contributed a lot to the English language, its cadence, sentence structure, and vocabulary. Beautifully and heroically, Tyndale made the Bible understandable, and its sentences memorable. He created important words and phrases such as scapegoat, Jehovah, and living water.
Take a look at the Bible, and you will see that most sentences are constructed with monosyllables, with multisyllable words at the end of the sentences for emphasis. This is Tyndale’s voice. His words sing in our minds. These are his words, and the King James Version follows them very closely.
And after the fire, came a small, still voice.
Why halt ye between two opinions?
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
So the last shall be first, and the first shall be last. For many are called, and few be chosen.
And Jacob served seven years for Rahel, and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her.
Tush, ye shall not die.
He believed the Bible should be read by anyone, and the gospel defined by the whole book, not isolated phrases, or worse, commentaries. As he worked over many years on the New and Old Testaments, he came to understand the gospel in terms of a covenant relationship with God, requiring faith and action. He learned for himself the value of the word of God, taken in its entirety, to understand what God expects of us.
What he did took great skill. He knew 8 languages. What he did took great courage. He lived in hiding in a foreign land for years. You may have heard his quote to a learned man,
If God spare my life, ere many years I will cause a boy that driveth the plough shall know more of the Scripture than thou dost.
Moving beyond the book, I think about Tyndale’s influence on the plowboy, Joseph Smith, who translated the Book of Mormon. Joseph didn’t have an Oxford education like Tyndale. He had no experience in ancient languages, but with the inspiration of God and a mind full of Biblical phrases (influenced by Tyndale), he translated the Book of Mormon in a very short period of time. As for the words from James 1:5-6 that inspired Joseph the plowboy to go the woods to pray, many are Tyndale’s.
I write as I listen to the machinery getting started in my neighborhood. Today, it is an excavator removing a lawn. I have placed my chair so I don’t have to watch, but I can’t escape the sounds. Construction sounds and large trucks and vehicles parked all over the street make for a congested scene.
This week marks the second anniversary of my surgery and long adjustment to a new diet. At least I can still eat candy. And with great sincerity, I want to say I am grateful for my life!
My grandmother taught me to use a timer for tasks. Recently, I set a 10-minute timer in each room I wanted to clean. In an hour, I had done more than I expected because I didn’t have time to get distracted. Also, each day I set a 3-hour timer in the late mornings where I am not supposed to touch my phone. I am in need of all such remedial helps.
When I get Instagram friend requests from teen girls in my neighborhood, I bite my clenched fist and wonder if I should accept. I don’t want to contribute to their social angst. I can’t be counted upon to respond to all their content, and I feel a responsibility to provide some of my own steadying content for their feeds. I am currently so disgusted with social media, and what the creators have knowingly done to girls and women, and therefore families. I am sad that so many women-run businesses depend upon an ever-changing and impossible algorithm to promote their brands.
I finished Brothers Karamazov this week. (If you’re curious, to pronounce it, there is an emphasis on the second a.) I read it to gain some wisdom, but mostly felt baffled by the incongruous mixture of content: murder, monastic life, courtroom scenes, debauchery, betrayal, suicide, mentoring children…It was Dostoyevsky’s last book, and I guess he had things he wanted to say.
A few of quotes from the book,
There are souls which, in their limitation, blame the whole world. But subdue such a soul with mercy, show it love, and it will curse its past, for there are many good impulses in it. Such a heart will expand and see that God is merciful and that men are good and just.
Despair and penitence are two very different things.
Ah, man should be dissolved in prayer.
Don’t be like everyone else, even if you are the only one.
Cana of Galilee, the first miracle… Ah, that miracle! Ah, that sweet miracle! It was not men’s grief, but their joy Christ visited. He worked his first miracle to help men’s gladness.
When you are left alone, pray
And even though your light was shining, yet you see men were not saved by it, hold firm and doubt not the heavenly light. Believe that if they were not saved, they will be saved hereafter, then their sons will be saved, for your light will not die when you are dead. The righteous man departs, but his light remains.
Prayer is an education.
Must… Stop… Quoting… Dostoyevsky…
Recently, we arrived at the first gathering of young men and women at our house with Mark, our baby, as host. I remember the shock of our first girl-boy party when it arrived for Daniel. I smile to see that some younger siblings mirror their older sisters’ steps into our house.
Richard is the only person I know who has a weight lifting bench that he uses regularly.
Daniel is getting married in July, and it occurs to me that I never got around to hanging those shelves he wanted in his bedroom. It is too late now. Don’t get me wrong, this is not the only thing I think I have neglected in my teaching and caring of him. Insert end of an era kind of emotions here.
Richard and I were able to get appointments at the Draper temple on Good Friday. I love this temple more than any other, and I am so glad they are back to (I think) full capacity.
Well, this has been an indulgent and rambling letter. Take what you need, and try to forget the rest. Thank you for taking time to check in.
I prescribed another reading of The Secret Garden for myself because I think it holds many of the keys to a good life.
I love to read about Mary’s transformation from a sickly, weak, lonely girl, to one who has energy to love people and life.
She had to work to get there, along with the play and self care.
I tackled a closet cleanout yesterday that I have been putting off for a long time. It was a lot of work, and I was tired when I finished, but also invigorated! With this momentum, I sat down at my desk and finished some more neglected projects.
I am thankful for the nature of work, how it forces me to move, build strength, go outside, and then it gives back the impulse to do more. Isn’t it funny how the most difficult step is usually just to begin?
I want you to see Paige’s reworking of her Secret Garden illustrations, so I am prescribing a visit to her website, www.paigemclaughlinart.com. The Secret Garden project can be seen by clicking this LINK.
I am grateful I got to see our Tim speak in sacrament meeting in Canada today via Zoom.
I finished reading Saints volume 2, and it had a LOT about opening the missions of the South Pacific in the mid-1800s. One takeaway is that the Lord had specific people in mind to introduce the gospel to the Pacific, and He even used them multiple times throughout their lives. I know the Lord loves all of his children and He has a plan for gathering them.
Timothy’s grandfathers served missions on isles of the sea, in Samoa and Puerto Rico.
I keep a list of scriptures about the promises to the isles of the sea, as I continue to pray that missionaries can return to areas that are currently closed.
“In an acceptable time I have heard thee O isles of the sea…and helped thee, and I will preserve thee, and give thee my servant for a covenant of the people.” (1 Nephi 21:8, Isaiah 49:8)
“Great are the promises of the Lord unto them who are upon the isles of the sea.” (2 Nephi 10:21)
“I remember those who are upon the isles of the sea, and will bring forth my word unto the children of men, yea, even upon all the nations of the earth.” (2 Nephi 29:7)
Of course, Jacob considered the Americas an isle of the sea, so Canada counts, too. (2 Nephi 10:20)
2021 was a weird year, wasn’t it? For me, I was dealing with grief, preparing to send Tim away, and stretching a lot in church work. I was sick more than I wanted to be. It seems I read either fluff or lead. I read consistently and intentionally, which I learned was better for me than trying to read a certain number of books. I have highlighted the books that I think will stay with me the longest.
Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather (I loved it in a deeply personal way.)
The Great Silence: Britain from the Shadow of the First World War to the Dawn of the Jazz Age by Juliet Nicholson (I liked the variety of accounts the author found from the time. It opened my mind to the idea of collective national grief.)
Recollections of my Nonexistence by Rebecca Solnit (I really like the things she shares about writing and influence and women. I also appreciate her earnestness, even if I can’t embrace all she says.)
Gideon’s Trumpet: How one man, and poor prisoner, took his case to the Supreme Court — and changed the law of the United States, by Anthony Lewis (Just excellent)
The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ (focus: the ministering of angels; the Lord’s promises to the House of Israel)
Wild Pork and Watercress by Barry Crump (This is the book from which the movie, Hunt for the Wilderpeople is based. It was fun.)
A Room with a View by E.M. Forster (Just an escape, quick and easy to read.)
My Antonia by Willa Cather (I liked the chapters about childhood best. There are stories while they lived on the plains that are unforgettable.)
Dusk, Night, Dawn: on Revival and Courage by Anne Lamott (She shows me how memoir can help someone with a very different life feel less alone.)
Theodore Rex by Edmund Morris (This was difficult for me to finish because it was focused more on policy than Roosevelt’s sparkly personality.)
Guilty Admissions: The Bribes, Favors, and Phonies Behind the College Admissions Scandal by Nicole LaPorte (The author helps explain how this could happen, from cultural expectations, wealth and privilege, and helicopter parenting, to the lack of oversight in college admissions and the greed of Rick Singer and elite schools. I felt the fascination-repulsion reflex throughout.)
Freely and Lightly by Emily Lex (I absolutely loved this.)
A New Song by Jan Karon (The fifth novel in the Mitford series)
Recipes for a Sacred Life: true stories and a few miracles by Rivvy Neshama (I loved the short vignettes of sweet moments in life. Lots of different countries and traditions represented here.)
Iron Rose by Lorie H. Nicholes (An out of print page-turner.)
Angels Round About by Lorie H Nicholes (Not as good as the previous book I read by this author.)
I am Malala by Malala Yousefzai and Christina Lamb (I loved it.)
A Rose in War part 1: Barbed Wire by Lorie H. Nicholes
A Rose in War part 2: Rebirth of Hope by Lorie H Nicholes
O Pioneers! by Willa Cather (I wish I had been warned how sad this story is. I really like the writing.)
Miss Buncle’s Book by D. E. Stevenson (fun)
Miss Buncle Married by D. E. Stevenson
The Two Mrs. Abbotts by D. E. Stevenson
Freely and Lightly by Emily Lex (second reading)
One of Ours by Willa Cather (W.C. is my author of the year. This book wasn’t rosebuds and butterflies but it felt more real than most things in books.)
Simple Justice: the History of Brown v. Board of Education and Black America’s Struggle for Equality by Richard Kluger (This changed my thinking more than any book I have read this year, and maybe many years. The author chose to focus not just on the legal questions involved in school segregation, but the history and culture of our nation and the stories of the individuals involved. Some people were so inspiring. Some things were so revolting. It was a difficult book and a difficult topic, and I needed this education. The author forgot the people in his telling of the Supreme Court decision at the end, and I was left to wonder what happened to all those attorneys from the NAACP and the specific people they represented in their cases that were bundled and presented before the Supreme Court. I would like to read their biographies.)
The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde (Now it’s time to watch the 2002 film starring Colin Firth, Rupert Everett, Judy Dench, and Reese Witherspoon.)
A Common Life: The Wedding Story by Jan Karon (This book is like a comfy robe and slippers. Mitford book #6)
An Ideal Husband by Oscar Wilde (Now it’s time to watch the 1999 film adaptation starring Rupert Everett, Cate Blanchett, Jeremy North, and Minnie Driver.)
In This Mountain by Jan Karon (Mitford #7)
Shepherds Abiding by Jan Karon (Mitford #8, I really love this one. It’s a Christmas story.)
Light from Heaven by Jan Karon (This inspires me to be a better minister. Mitford #9)
The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ (I studied very slowly and deeply this time, looking for answers in several personal dilemmas. It works.)
The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson (It was fine. A quick read.)
Persuasion by Jane Austen
Home to Holly Springs by Jan Karon (This was a heavier read than the usual Mitford fare by this author.)
Seekers Wanted: The Skills You Need for the Faith You Want by Anthony Sweat (This was really good, especially for a young adult audience, but the chapter on sustaining the prophet is the best I have read anywhere on the topic.)
In the Company of Others by Jan Karon
Somewhere Safe With Someone Good by Jan Karon
Come Rain or Come Shine by Jan Karon
To Be Where You Are by Jan Karon
The Book of Mormon, Another Testament of Jesus Christ
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion (This is about grief, and her writing is beautiful.)
There’s just a random collection of things to share this week.
Reading: Simple Justice by Richard Kluger (history about Brown v. Board of Education) and Miss Buncle novels (fun)
Eating: corn on the cob and every fruit
Thinking about: my next writing project (Which project do I choose? How long will I spend each day working on it? Who is my audience? How will I find the solitude to do it?)
Looking back over the month of June: We got through all the doctor checkup appointments and wisdom teeth extractions. I hiked more than I have in years. We finished and ordered 50 copies of my dad’s book.
Watching: a broad variety of things, mostly with Mark, who is also a cinephile. If you like biography, the Garth Brooks documentary on Netflix was interesting and inspiring. For kids, we liked Luca and The Mysterious Benedict Society on Disney+. Richard and I enjoyed The Terminal with Tom Hanks.
Listening to: Elmer Bernstein’s To Kill a Mockingbird soundtrack; Josh Groban (His duet, BothSides Now, with Sara Bareilles is really good, but it’s impossible for me to sing along); silence.
Relieved about: the dogs behind our house are gone.
The sounds of their panting and long-nailed feet as they scrambled down rotten deck stairs when they heard me open the back door were nightmarish. But the barking was terrifying.
Wondering: if this blog is worth anyone’s time.
Inspired by: the people of Ammon in the Book of Mormon (Alma 26; 27:10, 29-30) What acts of courage are required of me? Also, Doctrine and Covenants 67 is a beautiful formula and foundation for staying true to the faith: trust the Creator, don’t focus on flaws of leaders, don’t fear, don’t be prideful and jealous. God will reveal himself to you as you are humble. Continue in patience.
This book has thoughtful, Christ-centered writing and beautiful watercolor illustrations. It doesn’t have the usual jargon that Christian books use, and the author is sincere in telling her personal journey. Bible verses are hand-written and come from a variety of translations, which I found helpful. Peace settled within me as I read this book. It’s beautiful enough to keep on your coffee table and full of wisdom. I loved it.
There is something I need to fix, but her face is almost the way I like it. I love how her smile turned out. The next step is hair, and I will take some pictures of that process. I think the hair is the biggest hurdle. The trick for me is not to think too much and get trapped in a planning loop. It really just takes some courage to BEGIN.
I finished a really good book this week called Gideon’s Trumpet by Anthony Lewis, which is about the journey toward the right to counsel. It’s only the second book I have ever read about the Supreme Court, and you know what, I loved them both. The other was called The Great Dissent: How Oliver Wendell Holmes Changed His Mind and changed the History of Free Speech in America by Thomas Healy.
Law literature and facial features. These are just two parts of the odd mix knocking around in my head.
Hello, friend! I have been so cooped up this week, hiding from the snow and working on the nest. I needed to make a path through the craft room so I could reach my sewing table. I *think* I am ready to put together a quilt. I am reading a long biography of George Washington and the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I can see the floor of every room in the house but one. I am writing a lot. The Valentines Day decorations are up, and the pops of red on my shelves make me happier than any other color. See, not much to report. But I think of you and this makes me smile.
