I recently borrowed from
Eddy Life of Pi by Yan Martel. Amazing. Simply one of the best books I have ever read. It has been the most memorable book I've read sinceĀ
The Shack by William P. Young last year, which is an entirely different book altogether, but a narrative that was equally intoxicating to me, despite a comparatively reduced quality of writing. If you haven't read
The Shack, do. Just do. Perhaps I'll blog on it one day soon, though most likely it will be later after a second reading. If you haven't read
Life of Pi, stop reading this post and go to bed so that you can get up early and get to the bookstore as soon as they open in the morning to buy it. On your way, go ahead and call in sick to work and clear your evening schedule so as to devote proper time and attention to such a literary masterpiece. It is beauty in word. Grace in text. When you think you have reached the end of the journey, you find out that the world was never as you saw it along the way. Everything changes. Meaning expands. You mind is shaken and your heart trembles. It is the type of book that confesses that God loves words and graciously created certain men to write them well. This is not a review, it is an exhortation. Partake in the blessing of wonderful literature.