Although I enjoyed my yard-sale-find book, The Year of Pleasures, it's not a keeper. Let's simply say there were scenes/words you'd not find in my friend (and so-faithful blog reader), Deborah Raney's, Christian novels, a type of high standard for what stays on my bookshelves--and what gets carted to Salvation Army.
(Speaking of Deb, I'm currently reading, loving, her Home To Chicory Lane , the first book in a series. Where have I been living, in a cave? I should have discovered this right-up-my-alley book years ago.)
The Year of Pleasures did remind me that it's time to, again, re-post what I feel is one of my most important blog posts, ever:
The Necessity of Your Own Life
Pul-ease reread it. Use it as a type of checklist as to whether you're actively creating a life separate from that with your spouse/partner/significant other. The woman in Elizabeth Berg's book certainly had not, and oh dear! She wandered around like a lost baby bird for 9/10's of the book. So sad, so needless (much of it, anyway).
I believe God makes a way for us to become far more prepared than that if--heaven forbid--we should, one day, find ourselves on our own. I believe it's wisdom to be as ready as possible for anything which may swoop in and change all our plans.
Again, here you go.