Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith

It's so strange that reading books by authors that were so influential to me years ago are now not noteworthy. (This may be part of the problem with my very long to-be-read book list; it takes me awhile to get to books.) I really enjoyed Anne Lamott when I first read her, and I still appreciate her voice and perspective. These essays are well-written and engaging, but I just wasn't as connected as I once might have been. Also, she really thinks George W. Bush's presidency was rock bottom for the country, so it does make me curious about what she thinks these days.

I seem to have forgotten to add this book to my book log, probably because as soon as I finished it, I started reading it again. I can't write rationally about Lamott anyway; it's like trying to write logically about your first junior high crush when you are thirteen. Here's my truth about her: I try to get her books on the day they come out...I read them once and then I read them again...I try to find them on audio and listen to them again...I force other people to read her books, even agnostic friends who have taken to rolling their eyes when I say the word Lamott...I drive into Houston and pay lots of money to hear her speak at a benefit and I don't even care...I dare to bring my Author Tablecloth to the benefit and boldly ask Lamott to autograph it...And, probably the most amazing of all, I even trudge through her fiction, wondering and wondering how someone who writes such lovely nonfiction can write such tedious fiction...Yes, I'm one of those awful creatures: a raving fan.