Lately my journey through Bonhoeffer's "The Cost of Discipleship" has been sidetracked by Brennan Manning's "Ruthless Trust". Bonhoeffer's great, but tough, and a break was needed. Also, Manning's book seems to be touching on some stuff going on in life right now where an added dose of trust can't hurt.
In other genres, I'm reading a Clive Cussler "Dirk Pitt" book. Lisa introduced me to them a while back and this is my second one. Dirk Pitt, the main character, is a combo of James Bond/Indiana Jones/any-other-tough-guy-who-never-gets-killed. The stories are adventurous and have the "who done it?" quality to them, but they are a bit unrealistic. I mean, Pitt never seriously injured (so far he's only been shot twice, both times in the butt), women fall in love with him instantly, and he is able to *somehow* pack a handgun in his carry-on luggage on an airplane. It can be exhausting to read about all the wild chases and narrow escapes Pitt goes through. A shining moment in this book though is when a boat Pitt is piloting is described as a Chris-Craft, which reminded me of my family. Not that we ever had one (pretty sure the ol' canoe doesn't count) but because my Grandpa used to work for Chris-Craft.
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