![]() ![]() I want to know what other people are experiencing. ![]() But when I read non-fiction, it’s because I’m searching for answers I can sink my teeth into. ![]() I love stories, and I think they offer up truth in a way that’s more accessible and easier to understand. And the reason I follow a blog that essentially catalogs the life experiences of missionaries living overseas in particularly difficult situations is the same reason. Whenever I’ve read a memoir, or biography (at least recently) it’s been for one reason. Looking back I realize there is one common thread. Why did I read another memoir? That’s what I ask myself, because previously I’ve complained how I not only dislike non-fiction, but particularly dislike memoirs/biographies. Surprised by Joy is a memoir of sorts, or a biography of C.S. Books that change how I think and leave me feeling like I’ve been hit by a wave and submerged in the surf are trickier… Books that are fun, entertaining, scary, or exciting are easy to review. Usually that means it impacted me on a deeper level. ![]() I know I’ve read a good book when I have a hard time putting into words what I think about it. ![]()
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