January 18, 2012
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
"He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."
Reading this again. And then I will again and again and again. I first read this the summer after seventh grade during a family vacation, and can still remember sitting on the couch those summer afternoons unable to tear myself away from the mysterious Heathcliff and his beloved Catherine. This. book. is. so. good. And Kathleen Kelly (kindred spirit) said she'd read it every winter with a rose as her bookmark... Can I please do that and pretend I came up with that idea on my own? I love it.
The Infinite Atonement by Tad R. Callister
"Contemplate for a moment the magnetic pull when a little child sees her father on bended knee with arms extended. The invitation is irresistible. The reaction to return is automatic. There is no intellectual analysis. It is like reaching for a blanket in cold weather, turning on a light in a dark room. Some things are not mind-driven, but heart prompted. These are natural yearnings of the soul---the need for warmth, light and love. Likewise, our Father in Heaven is extending his arms with the intent to entice us home. How irresistible those arms are to those who seek his warmth, his light, and his love."
Words won't be enough for my love of this book.
I had started to read Jesus the Christ about a year ago, and got through maybe a chapter in a month and then decided to take a break... which I'm still on. It took at least 20 minutes to decipher each paragraph, and I found a lot of it difficult to understand... although one day, I really plan on finishing. However, this past Christmas I received The Infinite Atonement (as a present to myself!) and I cannot tell you how much I love it. Basic doctrinal truths I've learned all my life are explored not only in a way I understand, but Elder Callister explains everything as so profound and inspired, and every sentence, every word, is entirely uplifting.
And then I take a look at this. What is this? Snow for forever, that's what it is. Reading through next Friday (at least) sounds fine with me.