At least, if his provision for my delight is any indication, He does.
Last week, okay, two weeks ago now, our family was in Anchorage. While there I visited this fabulous new/used bookstore called Title Wave Books. Cool name, yes?
I’ve never been in a bookstore before that shelved new and used side by side, really great for browsing. As might be expected, I limited my purchases to titles that had a used copy, since the cost was less, and, well, there were still loads of neat titles.
My first night there I found (and bought):
- Folktales from India
- The Uses of Enchantment
- Writing Games (useful for homeschooling)
- Enchantment (in original-issue hardback)*
- The Orange Fairy Book*
The last three (*) have been on my amazon wish list for months, the second (Uses) has been on my story-telling radar, and the folktales book (in addition to being part of a useful series I have two books from already) opened with a very thoughtful essay that included insights about the structural differences between male-centered and female-centered tales that gave me an insight I needed for the novels I’ve been writing.
“I was supposed to buy this book,” I thought to myself over and over again as I read the essay and stories.
“I feel so validated,” I kept telling my husband, cycling from book to book. Kid in a candy store just doesn’t cut it. I would take a bite from one, say “This is so good,” know this was the one I would read while Elisha kept me up tonight, then “taste” the next one. “This is so good,” I’d say again, and experience the delicious pain of this type of indecision.
So many choices and all of them good. (If you can give me the context/title of the work with the opposite quote–So many choices, and all of them bad– I’ll give you great thanks, assuming it’s one I’ve read/seen. The line keeps circling through my head).
I felt validated, as I mentioned earlier, because these were all used books. They none of them had to be there, but God allowed/brought together the circumstances that gave them to me to encourage me. And they did.
Daniel (my brother) wanted fairy tale books for Christmas. I ordered him used copies of the yellow and brown Andrew Lang ones. I’d like to get him the whole collection eventually. All of us kids had a steady diet of myth growing up…it’s interesting to see how we’ve subcategorized as we’ve gotten older. Zach loves history-centric mythic works, Daniel adores fantasy and fairy stories…I think I lean toward the fanciful.