I apologize to all my readers (my mom and dad probably) for not updating this thing in a while. I view my blog like i view my journal. I typically write when the mood strikes me or there is something that i cannot not write about. I have worked on two different posts for this blog, but never until completion. Maybe that will change...maybe.
I am currently reading thirteen moons by Charles Frazier, as you may gather from the picture. And if clever enough, you might read the picture and realize it's the guy that wrote Cold Mountain. One point though: The focus of the book and movie seemed different from me. Sadly, i saw the movie first and know some of what was going to occur. The movie crossed me as a love story. But then i read the book and took from it as a story about a man's journey. Obviously, the catalyst for this journey is his love Ada, but the love was not the main focus of the novel. I also think the movie, being a love story, was more feminine than the novel. I mean, in the book, Inman eats a bear cub after killing its mother. Masculine! As a male and bear enthusiast, i recommend Cold Mountain. But, i would give a higher recommendation to thirteen moons.
I was reading thirteen moons the other day, and a passage so profound was in the text i literally said, Wow, audibly. To set up this passage, the novel is about Will Cooper as he grows from a boy to a man. Another main character is Bear, a Cherokee chief who adopts Will as his only son. And no i didn't ruin anything that one couldn't gather from glancing at the back cover.
Here's the passage:
Bear believed that if we make the world around us a better place to live, our inner selves can't help but come along for the ride and we'll get better too. Sometime in the far bright future, we would all live in a world of saints. And who's to say he was wrong?
Let that sink...
I will leave you with that and only ask you to imagine, work for, and pray for...a world of saints.
