Let’s just say it offers a new take on that gentleman who was buried in his Dracula cape: Bela Lugosi. Turley and Fiorella De Maria, which combines the yarn-weaving of the latter with the movie knowledge of the former. I read a very satisfying mystery novel, This Thing of Darkness by K.V. Chips) Fortunately, this one was finished. Then there was Was It Murder? by James Hilton (author of Lost Horizon and Goodbye, Mr. Case by Carlo Fruttero and Franco Lucentini in which an international conference of famous detectives (including Father Brown) meet and attempt to solve the mystery of Edwin Drood. That’s what I’m doing.Īs a follow up to Dickens, I read The D. Lewis, which is part of a collection that included After Ten Years, another unfinished novel. First, The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens. I did a little self-torture in my book selection this past year: I read not one, but two, and technically three unfinished novels. With that, I hope you enjoy these many and varied lists! Yes, by all means, let’s read books that provide comfort let’s also read books that challenge us in ways big and small (the Bible comes to mind immediately, as it should). Lewis rightly condemned chronological snobbery, a sad failing that he admitted to have practiced as a youth the old books and the new books drawing upon the old books are an antidote for such deadly pride. Our world is dominated by the cult of Now and New, as if the past were not just boring (as it is for many) but angering (as it is for the ideologues).Ĭ.S. And I noticed that many of our wonderful contributors also highlighted books they re-read in 2022. I mention, in my list below, some of the books I’ve revisited. (You can see samples of my shelves on my Twitter feed: here and here and here, for example.) I have sections for certain authors-Aquinas and Augustine, Chesterton and Belloc, John Paul II and Benedict XVI, Sheen and Sheed, Newman and Knox, and so forth-and for certain topics: theology, history, spirituality, art, music, Scripture, Christology (one of the largest sections, with six bookcases), soteriology, apologetics, and so forth. More than once, opening yet another box of books, I exclaimed, “Oh…I forgot about that one.” By the middle of the year, some order had been found:įor those who are wondering: No, I haven’t read them all and, no, I did not organize them using the Dewey Decimal System (the very thought makes me shudder). It was, so often, like meeting old friends I’d not visited with for months or years. And, in doing so, I ended up re-reading pages, chapters, and sections from hundreds of them. And the skies are amazing.Īnyhow, I spent many hours during the first half of this year organizing my 28,000 or so books. Still, I cannot hear a freeway, which delights me every day. Admittedly, it’s not really wilderness when you’re a mile from the corner market and there are nearly as many horses in the backyard as deer and turkeys. Almost exactly a year ago, I used this space to tell the tale of moving many books into my newly converted “shoffice” in the wilderness near Elmira, Oregon (pop.
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