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The second horse book I read for A Century of Books was National Velvet (my 1935 book). I didn’t set out to read two horse books, like I didn’t set out to read two holiday books or two travels in mid-twentieth-century in Europe. I find it hard to believe I have never read National Velvet before; however, I did realize why once I picked it up and started reading it. But I wanted to understand why it was considered a classic and has been reprinted so many times. I honestly could hardly make it through to the end. I was interested in what the outcome would be but it took so long to get there! I know Enid Bagnold had a huge reputation and following, but I don’t see it. Maybe because I was never inclined to read horse books. I found reading her to be mighty tedious and overwrought. I found the way she wrote the dialect to be extremely annoying. I found everything about it to be implausible except for maybe the relationship between the mother and Velvet.   Maybe I just was not prepar

So funny—odd, not ha ha—how often what one read intersects so closely with something in life. Just this morning I was talking with my friend Miriam before we started to work about theology and religious ethics, one of our usual topics, and we were talking about imagination and joy and how some Christians suppress joy and enter into such self-denial that they cannot have any fun. I think we had started this conversation by talking about carols, another topic of interest to both of us. And then we were talking about festivals, church and pagan. And so moved on to the kinds of things people did to celebrate. All this discussion was in the context of the dissension in Christianity between those who believe that God made us to be joyful versus the ones who believe they will have to “put down the cross of self-denial” as the “Poor Wayfaring Stranger” remarks in his last verse. Anyway, all of this is to say that I thoroughly found And Condors Danced by Zilpha Keatley Snyder (my 1987

Today I thought I'd write about some heavy hitters in my playlist —each there for a variety of reasons. There really is something here for everyone — from classical sacred music, to gospel, to popular, you name it. These five songs have been learned at various times in my lifetime, so I'll start with the one I learned first and maybe one of the first hymns I learned period. "I'll Fly Away " —due to the popularity of this song in the soundtrack of the film, O Brother, Where Art Thou? , this song entered into world of standards, you might say. It was sung by Gillian Welch and Allison Krauss and that is the version I initially had on my playlist. First about the song itself. I alluded to it in an earlier post —it's by the famous (to me and my ilk) Albert E. Brumley. Brumley wrote zillions of songs (well, I read somewhere around 600) and this is, I would say, undoubtedly his most popular. We sang it often in church as I was growing up. I sang in a trio with t