Anticipating ...

So it seems it’s all gone to flummery here. I have so many books I want to read that I don’t seem to be reading. I don’t even know why. It’s partly owing to the stupidest crochet project in the world (which is only stupid in terms of the amount of time involved). My Mum never reads this blog, so perhaps I can show you that. Then there are distractions, which seem to mean I can spend long periods of time simply staring into space.

I did actually receive another surprise package when I was on holidays in September, when a dear old friend in Perth sent me Bonhoeffer, by Eric Metaxas, as a belated birthday present. It’s been sitting on my dressing table in anticipation ever since. I’ve read both of Challies’s reviews (here, and where he discusses criticisms that it’s forcing Bonhoeffer into the evangelical camp here). Interesting. I’m not one of those people who has to sign off on everything a theologian/writer says to be able to appreciate what good they do say, so I am not so bothered by the notion that Bonhoeffer may have held a few weird ideas, and I don’t necessarily even need to know what all those weird ideas were. However, representing him truthfully in a biography may be another issue. Still, I am looking forward to the book, which my very widely read friend tells me is one of the best things she’s read in an age. (And some time ago Cathy shared some thoughts on the book here too.)

That is all.