What better way to enjoy the downtime of the holiday season than to curl up with a book or sink under the covers with a movie. These are 7 books and movies recommended by Writer’s Relief.
Have you read any of these? What are your favorite books to read in the wintertime?
Several years ago, I read The Shack by William P. Young. Let me tell you. This book challenged every mental picture I had of God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. As a Christian that is HUGE! We are shown various images in movies of God being a bright, blinding light, and Jesus being a multitude of complexions from fair to ebony. And don’t get me started about the Holy Spirit. It is rare that the Holy Spirit is mentioned in movies, let alone have a visual.
What I enjoyed about The Shack is Continue reading “#Writing Observations from Best Selling #Novel, The Shack”
Several years ago, I read The Shack by William P. Young. Let me tell you. This book challenged every mental picture I had of God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. As a Christian that is HUGE! We are shown various images in movies of God being a bright, blinding light, and Jesus being a multitude of complexions from fair to ebony. And don’t get me started about the Holy Spirit. It is rare that the Holy Spirit is mentioned in movies, let alone have a visual.
What I enjoyed about The Shack is the vivid descriptions of the characters and setting, relatable plot that stemmed from a life-changing event (i.e. child kidnapped and murdered), and a moral or lesson of the story that challenges the main character (Mack) and readers to consider/reconsider their faith. I’m a fan of books that are thought-provoking and spark feeling. This book certainly achieved that. Continue reading “#Writing Observations from Best Selling #Novel, The Shack”
Robyn yawned as she turned the page. The book was interesting, but her eyes and mind were too tired to comprehend. Helping her ailing mother was taking its toll. Books had become her vacation – a mental break from the reality of her world.
The damsel was in distress. No longer could she care for the manor. The storm brewing would be its end as well as hers. Sitting on the disheveled porch, she cried. Then a man stood before her. It was Tobias. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes before pulling her close to his heart. He vowed to make everything right. She looked up at him with hope. He reassured her by passionately kissing her ruby lips.
Robyn swooned. Her attention was glued. Adrenaline pumped through her body providing a jolt of energy and excitement she didn’t know she had. She longed for a man like that.
She daydreamed about being whisked away to a happily ever after – summer picnics by the lake and quiet times snuggling by the fireplace. Her man would look like Tobias too – a tall, handsomely strapping man with a loving and determined heart. But who was she kidding. There were no dates or prospects – unless you count the old mailman who flirted with her.
Robyn revisited the book, but something was different, strange. Her exact thoughts were written in the story. She flipped pages, and more of the same. It was like reading her own mind.
Continue reading “We’ve Only Just Begun”
Robyn yawned as she turned the page. The book was interesting, but her eyes and mind were too tired to comprehend. Helping her ailing mother was taking its toll. Books had become her vacation – a mental break from the reality of her world.
The damsel was in distress. No longer could she care for the manor. The storm brewing would be its end as well as hers. Sitting on the disheveled porch, she cried. Then a man stood before her. It was Tobias. He cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes before pulling her close to his heart. He vowed to make everything right. She looked up at him with hope. He reassured her by passionately kissing her ruby lips.
Robyn swooned. Her attention was glued. Adrenaline pumped through her body providing a jolt of energy and excitement she didn’t know she had. She longed for a man like that.
She daydreamed about being whisked away to a happily ever after – summer picnics by the lake and quiet times snuggling by the fireplace. Her man would look like Tobias too – a tall, handsomely strapping man with a loving and determined heart. But who was she kidding. There were no dates or prospects – unless you count the old mailman who flirted with her.
Robyn revisited the book, but something was different, strange. Her exact thoughts were written in the story. She flipped pages, and more of the same. It was like reading her own mind.
Continue reading “We’ve Only Just Begun”
This is quite helpful.
Melanie V. Logan 