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Define "Favorite Character"

So, I can't be the only bookworm who groans at the question "Who's your favorite character?"

Seriously. Picking a favorite character is as hard as picking a favorite book. Sometimes harder.

And you know what they say about picking a favorite book:

(Oh--by the by, all images in this post were snagged from Pinterest.)
But back to characters.When my family and I were watching the old TV show Battlestar Galactica, I had a debate with myself every time someone asked my favorite character. (It's an obscure show, but it'll work for example's sake.)
I could have chosen Apollo, the protagonist, because he's steady-going and kind and brave.
But then, he's a little boring. His rakish sidekick Starbuck, on the other hand, is utterly amusing--but I can't have him as my favorite character, because he's a shameless flirt!
I might grudgingly admit I can see why he's such a successful one, but it's below my dignity to fall for his charms myself. …

Let's Forget Ourselves

While reading a vocation pamphlet recently, I came across the following quote:

"Youth is the period of forgetfulness of self to the point of folly. It is not done out of selfishness, but from heroism."

About the author of these words, I know nothing. Whether he was young or old, hopeful or cynical, saint or sinner, I cannot tell you. He is a stranger to me.

But his words...his words strike deeply into my soul with the ring of truth. They are beautiful. They resonate with me in such a way that I have put them up in my writing space, where I can see them daily.

Yet these words hurt me.

Their truth stings, their beauty almost depresses me.


Because these words are a ringing challenge--a challenge I have failed to live up to.

For I am young, and it is my duty as a young person to throw myself away in some radical act of love--marriage or a religious vocation. I know this, and yet I tremble. I draw back from the brink of sacrifice. I hesitate. "Someday I will give myself…

September's Sad Number of Books and Surprising Number of Movies

September was not a productive reading month, my dear ones. Nor, for that matter, was it a productive writing or blogging month. As a matter of fact it was quite taken over by slicers and meats and cheeses and fried rotisserie chicken. In consequence, I only have two books to squeal to you about today.
However, they are both very good books. I'm not sorry they were the two September held.

This awesome history book was split into two parts: "The Physical Conquest of Mexico" and "The Spiritual Conquest of Mexico." The former featured my favorite conquistador Hernan Cortez, and the latter featured one of my favorite Marian miracles--and showed how the two were linked. I'd heard both stories before--the conquest is always in the background of any portrayal of Juan Diego and Our Lady of Guadalupe, and in Catholic history text books Juan Diego is always mentioned as a sort of fitting conclusion to the story of the Spaniards' expeditions in Spain. But never u…