The way I know how powerful a book is is based on how badly I want to chuck it across the room at the end. Let me tell you, Tears of a Tiger by Sharon Draper did it. I had to hold myself back from upsetting a room full of eighth graders by sending a book whirling over their heads. This is probably the only book I’ve read in a matter of hours all plopped together in the same morning. It was quite the experience. There’s nothing like having to take a break between chapters because of the emotional stress and facing the wall while reading just so the students wouldn’t see me cry. It’s a great book—all I can say is ‘wow.’
Do you ever get in that moment where you just have this huge deep desire to create something beautiful?
That’s where I am right now.
While walking through the parking lot at school, I hear some guys talking before they depart about a girl one of them is into. The tone is average of such a scene, cheering and snickering and elbowing encouragement. But the words coming out of their mouths are something different than my normal expectations.
“She a good Christian girl?”
“Good. You need you a good Christian girl.”
I feel like more guys should think this way.
Somebody should send me a care package with chocolate.
Lots of gummies.
And a sweet note.
And a picture of us together so I can hang it on my wall.
And a journal.
That’d be nice. Yeah, that’d be cool.