Catholic Fiction. I took this tentative step outside my comfort zone because I have a strong desire to see more good Catholic-themed (or at the very least, Catholic-friendly) novels on the shelves of bookstores and libraries--particularly on the shelves of school libraries, where they will find their way into the hands of impressionable young people who desperately need an antidote to the poisonous messages that abound in much of the "literature" they're reading these days. Any small thing I can do to help the cause of promoting Catholic fiction seems like a good way to spend the extra time I have now that I've given up Facebook-surfing for Lent.
I have always been a voracious reader, and I have pretty strong opinions about the books I read. I like to recommend books I've enjoyed to loved ones. But I've never written up polished reviews meant to be read by the public. Because of my lack of experience in this area, I was half-expecting Catholic Fiction to turn me down when I applied for the job. Did I really want to give myself homework assignments? Did I really want the pressure?
It turns out that yes, I think I did.
As a college English major way back when, I obviously had to write an awful lot of papers. And I thoroughly enjoyed writing papers--a concept which my husband could never quite understand. He majored in engineering and used to say he would choose taking a test filled with math problems--the stuff of my nightmares!--over writing even a short paper any day of the week, and he wondered who in their right mind wouldn't. Once, an English professor I had gave our class a choice for the final: we could write a 20-page paper ahead of time and turn it in on test day; or we could come in and take a typical blue book essay test. He warned that he would grade the paper harder than the test, since anyone who chose that option would have a lot more time to work on it. I was the only student in that class who chose the paper--can you believe that? I was absolutely giddy about being able to skip that test and was truly shocked that none of my classmates wanted to take advantage of a deal that, as far as I was concerned, amounted to being given a green light to play hooky for the final. (My husband was not shocked at all and saw my choice as proof that I wasn't in my right mind).
Long story short: I think I'm going to enjoy my Catholic Fiction "homework assignments."
Either way, Pop and Grammy will be over the moon. And I'm packing these two wall crosses in my suitcase, so we're prepared for anything. (One of each? Just kidding. We know it's just one baby this time around.)
But really, how are things out in the Facebook world?
I think I can say "mission accomplished," don't you? If these aren't cute, I don't know what is. (They're "fun"! They're "female"! It even says so on the box!)
Those are the two clothing items I enjoy buying most these days: shoes, for the feet that never let me down by going and changing shape on me; and coats, under which I can hide my shapes.
And on that rather ridiculous note, I think I better end this post and redirect you over to Jen Fulwiler's Conversion Diary, where you can check out a whole lot of awesome blogs. Have a great weekend!
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