I finished another book today. Well, technically two books. But one I read in like 15 or 20 minutes and don't really count. The first one I finished, The Soul Thief, was interesting. I'd say it's a good book, but I just got the feeling the whole time that the story was very Toni Morrisonesque. That is to say it was filled with imagery and symbolism which is often lost on me.
The second book was inspirational and I'm glad I read it, though it was far from life-changing and seems to be more an expression of Kristine Carlson's grieving process than an attempt at literary acclaim. I'm not saying that's bad at all. I just mean it's not a book that will stop you in your tracks, though the message is sincere and beautiful.