I checked two books out of our church library. Yes, I checked them out...did not buy them! Proud of myself! In case you did not know, I am a book-buying addict, not even a recovering one. Well, maybe a little. I have cut back. I am trying.
I digress before I even get started...
For some planned down-time, I deliberately checked out some Christmas reads: two of Debbie Macomber's annual Christmas novels based in Leavenworth, WA...When Christmas Comes and Where Angels Go.
Both of these novels told multiple narratives that involved characters that intertwined. Characters that are funny and endearing. After several busy days getting ready for Christmas and then celebrating the event itself, these novels were just what I needed!
One of my favorite lines comes from Where Angels Go from character Harry who is dying from heart failure: "...these newly minted doctors tended to be idealistic, which he approved of, and they were up on all the latest technology, treatments and medications. The only problem was that they could be a bit unrealistic, seeing death as the enemy when sometimes, at the end of a long life for debilitating illness, it was a friend." (page 12, hardback) I lived these lines with my mother, for at the end, death was her friend. How comforting those words were to me...
By the way, you are probably either a blogger, a blog reader, or both, so you might enjoy reading Debbie Macomber's blog here. Enjoy!
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