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Good reader

Since I mastered the skill of reading and comprehension I've been blessed with a very strong ability and drive to read.  I read everything.  If I'm caught on the toilet without a device that has an e-book on it, or a magazine, I read the backs of bottles, the inserts in medication, whatever I can reach while ensconced on the throne. 

Growing up my Dad had his collection of Reader's Digest stored in the bathroom, along with the collection of coupon toilet paper that was purchased by pimping me out to go buy the limited 2 rolls with the coupon. 

Before my first kindle ( I have 4, don't judge) I kept a book on the tank at all times.  I also carried a book in my purse, car or gym bag.  It's a sickness, I know. 

I love the weight and smell of a real printed book.  I love the portability of an e-book.  Having a Kindle has not ended my purchasing of printed material.

In fact I was humiliated by my own cheapness at the Wilsonville Goodwill.  I'd buy a book at Goodwill, than return it in a week, and so on and so forth.  Until they changed their policy that books are not returnable.  I was notified by a very kind woman who did a very good job of not giggling when she gave me a knowing yet sympathetic look.

G-Mama, Mama, aka Mother in law sent me the book "Fervent"

It's the first book other than the bible that has actually taken me two weeks to read.  It's like taffy or Sugar Daddy, you really have to gnaw on it and think. 

It's got prayer cards included in the back.  Blank, for your own use. 

My copy has the spine broken, which is a sign I love a book so much that it's bugging me that it won't stay flat, so I bend it backwards until it behaves.  Ya, by the way, I'm not a good person to loan a book from.  And if I loan you a book, it's probably a gift, because it's been beaten down and has diet coke rings on it. 

I can't say enough about what this book is doing in my life.  It's not tritely funny.  The author is very clear that it's meant to stir up a desire for prayer in your life.  Always have a prayer strategy.  Always have a prayer.  Be grateful and be brave in your prayers.  Be precise as you can be, and never ever stop.


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