Good book, but I lost my interest and ended up skimming the last half. It highlighted many problems people have with church, but those of us who already see these issues and love it anyways may find the book unengaging toward the end. This book convinced me to stick to nonfiction that has stood the test of time, because a fine test time has turned out to be.
My take: read it if you’re having doubts about organized religion.
I decided to revisit this ever so clever series to break from another book I was reading. Refreshing and witty, Sir Doyle continues to amaze me. The ending is sad, which is surprising the first time through. I read the collected works in middle school, so all this is a repeat.
My take: so clever and cunning, with dashes of brilliance to take the edge off. Then he dies. (oops, spoiler alert!)
One of my favorite quotes is from an article by David Murray:
Here’s a test: Spend one day surfing the Internet and spend another roaming your neighborhood. See how many good dinner table stories you have after each. There won’t be a contest.
Yesterday I walked to the Convention Center. In that one half hour…
- I saw Tom hitting up Abraham for a job shoveling his walk.
- I chatted with Tom as we headed down 11th. He told me all about the places he goes to shovel, what folks give him for it, how he gets new clients, etc. He’s a very talkative fellow.
- I walked past a drug deal in progress. One guy says “why don’t I just buy from him?” “It’ll be 20 minutes, just wait.” I kept walking.
- A man asked me for money.
- Another guy, who was likely mentally hindered in some way, walked across Franklin with oncoming traffic. They stopped and honked, while he talked to himself about how people need to be aware of where they’re driving.
- A woman was walking her dog, talking to it in a really high pitched voice. She went down about 3 octaves to say hi to me.
- A business man glanced at me, and walked on.