The Shack
It’s the first book read by the IHM Moms Group book club that seemed worth reading. It was quite a good read. Riveting story, really pretty good theology. Perhaps a little more anti-organized religion than called for, but very good. I ended up, without meaning to, reading the whole thing yesterday. Just didn’t want to put it down. I found several spots very moving – like sobbingly moving. Seemed like something I needed to get me out of my short-term funk, and my longer-term funk-in-the-background that I’ve been living with for I don’t know how long. But I tried to talk about the book with Mr. Tldz last night and utterly failed. Maybe I didn’t really get it, maybe it isn’t really going to help… Remains to be seen if I’ll actually go to the book group discussion.
Woke up with a headache this morning and I feel like crap. And I’ve decided I have to admit that anger is my drug of choice. I wonder what I’ll have to do to find an effective rehab. I thought I was starting to get a bit of an insight into it and handle on it yesterday, but no.