Yeow... It has certainly been awhile since I've checked in here. I won't ask if you've missed me... So this first book, Perfectly Yourself: Discovering God's Dream for You, by Matthew Kelly, wasn't really my cup of tea. I'm definitely no closer to determining His dream for me. I guess I got the book free from church, so that had to be several years ago. I'm not sure when I last went to church (other than a funeral or two). I do remember what happened that day. I went to Friendship Church in Saint Jo, and I didn't want to park across the street and have to say "good morning" to five crossing guards before I even got in the door, so I parked in the back. I thought I was being clever and parking out of everyone's way, but I ended up getting my car stuck in the mud. A couple of men-folk had to rescue me. It makes for a good story, I guess, but I didn't appreciate it so much. Post-COVID, I had been going to the cemetery on Sunday mornings to read my Bible and try to pray, but after one of those sessions I ran over Thomas the cat. Yeah, I know, it could have happened on any day surrounded by any activity, but since it came after my feeble attempt to seek the Lord, it really leaves a bitter taste, ya know? 

Both of these next two books sure like to dwell on RACE. The Woman at the Light (Joanna Brady) tells the story of forbidden love with a runaway slave. It's entertaining enough. I don't remember much else about it except that it took a long time for me to get through it.

And this last book, Picture Perfect (Jodi Picoult), is partially about a half-breed Indian trying to find his place in the world amid racial strife and partially about a woman who marries a movie star who turns out to be abusive. The end is way too neat and tidy, but most of the middle of the book isn't all that bad - if you can get past the slightly-confusing beginning when the main character has amnesia. And it also starts out with so much racial "blah-blah-blah" that I wasn't sure it was worth my time. But it was alright. Judging by the White Oak High School sticker, the book must've come from Momma G in Longview. Now there's a blast from the past.