I am a library junkie, I have to admit. If I pass through a town on my way somewhere and I see a library, I want to stop in. If I’m alone sometimes I do. Even at the end of a doctor’s appointment last month, I drove ten minutes out of my way to a library in a city I’ve only seen the outskirts of.
(Rhydyfelin Library photo by http://www.bbc.com)
They had a couple of books by one of my favorite authors, Davis Bunn, so I had to take it out.
I met Davis Bunn when he wrote under the name T. Davis Bunn at Montrose Christian Writers Conference many years ago. He’s a writer that brings the reader to the scene and usually made me want to stay there way past my bedtime. He doesn’t shy away from controversial subjects and creates great action stories. I found him because of his co-authorship with Jeanette Oke, Canadian author that pioneered Christian fiction with strong female lead characters. He writes more than one kind of book well!
Lately, I’ve ordered Western books written by Brock and Bodie Thoene – their last name is pronounced Tay-nee. These books come from inter-library loan. It’s a stretch for me to read Westerns, but from what I’ve heard, writers should read outside of their genre. I read a secular Western and it was appalling the way they treated the women in that one particular novel. Probably other writers are not as bad, but I decided to choose Christian authors to avoid reading degrading depictions.
I discovered the Thoene authors many years ago. Bodie wrote and her husband researched wonderful novels about WWII and events surrounding it. The impact on Israel captured my attention. I’m not giving their books justice here. I guess the fact that they are best-selling novelists speaks for the rich detail in their books. The characters sweep the reader away with them. The history fascinates me but I don’t feel as though I attended a lecture on it.
So, as I lingered in the library today in my home town, I read my Bible and did some Bible study. I read a book on magazine writing. I visited with friends. I re-read an assignment for a copywriting course I’ve been working on. I paid a bill in a secluded corner that’s due January 6, and I took out an autobiography by a father that happens to be a literary agent named Henry Dunow.
All in all, it was a good day. I put cards in the mail, vacuumed the rug in case I decide to put up the Christmas tree tomorrow. An elderly lady gave me a poinsettia plant via her friend. How’re your days going? God bless!