A sign of the times. There are two extremes of
emotion driving my holiday reads this year. As a baby boomer, I like to brush the fur in the
opposite direction on present-day issues while I bask in traditions from the
past. Our ability to flex and bend, as well as be stalwart and righteous, are qualities unique to our generation. We’re sandwiched between the WWII work ethic of our parents and the go-go-go world of Millennials seeking to replace us. But the good news
is that we boomers know how to shut down the computers, tablets, and cell phones to enjoy a good book.
So there are two books on my reading list for the holiday
break. I want to immerse myself in poignant
prose while I face the reality of today’s scary world.
The first pick is an annual tradition: my 1866 antique edition of Christmas Books by Charles Dickens, complete with tiny print and misplaced hyphens. Its Old-World aged paper crinkles with a turn of every fragile, double-columned page. The aroma of aged wood pulp draws me like treasures stacked in the back room of a used book shop. I can practically hear the delicate bell on the door as I reach for this book on the shelf.
This book contains five stories:
A Christmas Carol, The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The
Battle of Life, and The Haunted Man. Several ghosts, a goblin, a fairy tale, and a love story. By today’s standards, the lengthy descriptions of detail are overdone, the paragraphs too long, and the text minuscule. But this kind of prose
reminds me to slow down to appreciate every colorful word. Too often in a book, I race through the
color to get to the point.
All five of these novellas carry a theme of redemption. The
reconciliation of one’s inner soul must have been a conflict for Dickens
himself, and everyone in merry ole’ England, because the stories struck a chord
with the public. Guilt is one powerful, crippling emotion. I love to read these stories,
though, as a thermometer for how well I’m doing in that department. I help others
. . . check. I’m never mean-spirited . . .
check. I’m charitable . . . check. I love and respect my husband . . .
check.
Dickens was a master craftsman of emotion. What I love most is that
he awarded each character—even the minor ones—with the perfect name to define
their personality. The stories are punctuated with names like Ebenezer Scrooge,
the miser of A Christmas Carol, and
John Peerybingle, a slow, lumbering, but honest man from The Cricket and the Hearth. Then there’s Dr. Jeddler, the elderly
philosopher who looks at the world as one enormous practical joke in The Battle of Life. And finally, The Haunted Man describes an eerily gloomy
vision of Mr. Redlaw, a chemist surrounded by his drugs, instruments, and
books.
These stories are still fresh. They’re still relevant.
People will never change their nature, no matter what the era.
From the nature of the heart comes the primal need to
survive. My second holiday book is titled Sheep
No More by Jonathan Gilliam. This is a hard-hitting book about attack survival.
I’m not one to spout about politics or my personal beliefs, but I do feel increasingly unsafe.
Don’t get me started on that . . . but I knew I couldn’t turn my back on a
world that wants to strip me of freedom and liberty, and then ask me to pay for
someone else to have it. The wake-up calls have been constant on multiple
levels: on the ground, in the air, and through my computer.
What I look forward to embracing in this book is the power
of one. My husband and I want to control our own destiny. We don’t want to
wring our hands and whine that the government isn’t taking care of us in an
emergency. There are things we can do as individuals to keep ourselves and family
members safe. The first, and most important, asset is heightened awareness. I
want to educate myself, and then tuck the information in my hair like bobby
pins. I have to think of this next level of survival skill as when I learned
to backpack in the mountains or hunt to fill the freezer. I don’t need to
use these resources every day, but they’re there should I need them.
The last holiday read is my own book, delivered just under
the wire. Indigo Legacy is now
available after over two years of work to polish just the right ending to The
Dushane Sisters Trilogy. Talk about making a book personal! Geez! Of course, I’ve
read it so many times now that I must leave it in the hands of my readers. It still makes me laugh out loud and reduces me to tears. The
story takes place during the holidays, so Indigo
Legacy is a legal holiday read. And like Dickens, it's filled with betrayal, guilt, loss,
gain, love, and best of all . . . redemption.
Happy and safe holidays to you all!
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