Shelf Share Thursday 4
(A weekly meme hosted at Bippity Boppity Book)
For some reason, I thought it was "L" week! I guess I wasn't paying attention last Thursday.
Then again, I only have two unread "L" books in my bedroom right now, so it's probably best that I skip that letter and dance over to the "M" reads . . .
Mary, Mother of the Son (Volume III: Miracles, Devotion and Motherhood) by Mark P. Shea
After reading the first volume in this set of three (and reviewing it on my old blog), I decided to skip the second book and go straight for the third. Volume II is all about the four essential Catholic teachings about Mary, translated into language which Evangelicals (my funny "Fundie" friends!) shouldn't really have any problem with--which means that I would have a problem with it.
Volume III, on the other hand, is about the different forms Marian devotion has taken over the past 2,000 years of Catholic Christianity. The whole premise puts me in mind of the special tours of Corregidor designed for tourists from Japan: they are in Nihonggo, of course, and they try not to rub anyone's noses in the the atrocities committed by Japanese troops in the Philippines. I actually have no problem with that: Corregidor is beautiful precisely because she is now an island of peace when she was once an island of war, and I want everyone who visits to take home a sense of that. And if I spoke Nihonggo, I wouldn't mind tagging along on that special tour. =P
Now, I may not "speak Evangelical," but I am ready to be fascinated by what form a "tour" of the Marian corners of Christendom would take, if it were specially designed for Evangelicals.
Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers
I bought this book a few months ago, when I wanted to write a "Top 5 Governess Novels" post and thought I should do a proper survey first. I might still get around to that, in a few more months, when I am once more surrounded by tutees and strongly identifying with these genteel and educated but completely under-valued women of the nineteenth century.
One of my friends has said that she will never read a Mary Poppins book because she loves the Disney movie so much that she doesn't want anything to spoil it. Apparently, the original Mary Poppins is very strict and stern--very little like the snappy but sunny Julie Andrews.
Oh, I wouldn't be so narrow minded. (I save that for lay apologists who are younger Catholics than I am, because I'm an insufferable pharisee like that.) Strict and stern "child handlers" have their own charm, don't you think? My own style of dealing with children begins with the assumption that they are wild animals escaped from the zoo, and yet they really seem to like me!
Mates, Dates and Inflatable Bras by Cathy Hopkins
This must be one of my sister's books, left behind after she moved out, because it's not one I'd ever buy for myself. Indeed, the only thing that might convince me to read it is a nuclear holocaust that wipes out all other books in the world--and even then, I might not want it to have the distinction of being the last book I ever read on earth.
Seriously, ChickLit has enough stacked against it already, don't you think? So when a ChickLit a writer gives her first chapter the title "What Makes Me 'Me'?", she only reinforces what is possibly the worst prejudice readers have against the genre--which is that it's all about some self-absorbed woman who can talk about nothing but herself.
"Oh, come, come, Enbrethiliel," you might be saying, "isn't Shelf Share Thursday all about '[giving] the books that have been on your shelf awhile a little love'?"
At which I just chuckle cynically.
Image Sources: a) Mary, Mother of the Son (Volume III: Miracles, Devotion and Motherhood) by Mark P. Shea, b) Mary Poppins by P.L. Travers, c) Mates, Dates, and Inflatable Bras by Cathy Hopkins