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The Faith of a Child

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Do you remember what it's like to be very, very young? Do you remember the days when life was new and wonderful? Do you remember when truth jumped out at you as something startling and glorious?

I do--at least, I think I do.

I remember being a very little Catholic at my mother's knee, learning my catechism. Some might think basic catechism lessons sound boring--but they held that four-year-old girl spellbound.


Because after all, aren't the most basic truths the most marvelous?

Even at that age I longed for a time machine, and the Catholic Church handed me one: in he Communion of Saints I could befriend heroes from earlier centuries whenever I wanted. Even at that age I had an overactive imagination, and the Faith satisfied my thirst for the fantastic with stories of miracles. Even at that age I loved drama and beauty, heroism and sacrifice, and Christianity nourished that love with tales of saints and martyrs. Best of all, it gave me, in the Eucharist, the chance every y…

Ragnarok Review

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Guys, I'm so unreasonably proud of myself.

I saw a movie in theaters.

That never happens.

And, partly because I'm so excited and partly because I'd be squealing about this anyway in my monthly books-and-movies report, I'm going to make a post out of it.

You're welcome.


My expectations going into this movie: I was a bit of a nervous wreck before seeing it, actually. I wanted to like it, oh, desperately so. But I doubted Marvel's ability to make another Thor movie worthy of the first two. Call me a cynic. I am one, when it comes to Hollywood. I'd just seen a slew of Marvel movies rife with gunfights and explosions, and feared this one would be yet another too violent for my taste. I'd heard that Ragnarok was supposed to be extremely funny, and feared the attempts at humor would either be crude and vulgar or simply so overdone as to kill the heart of the story. I'd noticed a marked absence of both Jane and Darcy in all the previews, and feared that …

The Different Kinds of Sad

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Disclaimer: All images in this post come from Pinterest.

Writers like to arouse emotion in their readers. They want their readers to feel, and feel deeply.

So it shouldn't come as any surprise that writers like to make people cry, often with character deaths.

But when it comes to writing sorrow, there are several different kinds of sorrow to choose from. Not all tears are alike; "sad" covers a wide range of feelings, from pensiveness to grief to bitterness.

When I think about the different kinds of sorrow, I tend to categorize them into three broad groups: the beautiful, the painful, and the depressing.

The Beautiful

This type of sorrow is bittersweet - and, sometimes, more sweet than better. Readers might cry, and cry copiously; but overall they understand why the author did what they did, and wouldn't have it any other way.

So, what makes a sad scene beautiful? Let's look at some examples of (what I think are) beautiful deaths. There will be major spoilers, just…

October's Fiction

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So, I thought two books in September was sad.

Unless my memory fails me, I only read two books in October.

What's happening to me, guys?

Image credits go to Pinterest.

And Then There Were None




This was the first Agatha Christie novel I'd ever read. Originally I wanted to read Murder on the Orient Express, but I could not find it in my library and thus it remains on my TBR. 
Anywho. This was an enjoyable, fast-paced read which kept me delightfully absorbed for a day or two. I would say I loved it except for one little detail: the ending. The ending, you see, depressed me.
Of course, I knew from the beginning that a murder mystery entitled "And Then There Were None" would probably not end on a very cheerful note. However. I was also expecting a climactic twist so stunning that it would shock all the depression out of me. I was very much looking forward to the sense of supreme surprise which made G. K. Chesterton so fond of detective stories. But for some reason, the twi…