Some of my favorite fiction–
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
This is the way I wish I could write. This is the way I wish everyone could write. “Seconds later, she’s eating wedges of wet sunlight.” I can taste the peaches now.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
I know there are lots of mixed feelings about this book, but the description of Theo’s grief at his mother’s death should be required reading for every pastoral professional.
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
I haven’t been able to board a plane since without thinking of it. (No, I haven’t seen the series yet on HBO. The book is too close to my heart, and I have a hunch they messed it up.)
And, when my brain just needs a break, I read the Inspector Gamache mysteries of Louise Penny. (Yes, I have seen the series on Prime, but it’s so different that the two are hard to compare. Alfred Molina is so, so good.)
