Two for Others Tuesday: Sorority Girls, Cupcakes, and the Zombie Apocolypse
September 18, 2012 3 Comments
Here it is, our second….
First up is Exposed: Inexcusable Me… Irreplacable Him. I met the author, Shannon Dietz, at the CMN conference last month when I stopped by the Ask Seek Knock booth (a ministry to survivors of domestic abuse… and believe me, ASK deserves their own Two for Others Tuesday, but one thing at a time, people). She’s a generous soul in person. Her book is generous as well, and I feel like it was a generous gift to me personally. Both of us had difficult childhoods and abusive relationships, and both of us came to Christ through the Catholic faith while in college. The main difference being I was a pasty-faced theatre nerd and she was a sorority sister. Exposed reminded me on a new level that surface appearances are just that: surface. Underneath it all we all have that God-shaped hole, even those who look like they have it all together and don’t need things like Eucharist or obedience. I needed this reminder, especially during this political season, when going on Facebook can amount to emotional abuse most days. Besides that, I totally love a memoir that doesn’t blame everybody else for the author’s shorcomings. I love her message that, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve been abused, you still have to take responsibility for your own actions. It’s a brave message, and she’s a brave woman.
Second: Ora Et Labora Et Zombies. Ryan Trusell is one of those people I kind of want to smack. Just a little. Not enough to hurt or anything. He has written an “epistolatory novel” (you know, the kind Pride and Prejudice actually started out as) and is mailing it out piece by piece. The cruel tease handed out the first one for free at CMN. Now I have to actually waiiiiiiiiit for the next one. Cruel, cruel author. Anyway, so far, Ora et Labora et Zombies is worth your time. It’s got a love story–gasp!–within an already established marriage. And a toddler. And monks. And cupcakes. And Mardi Gras. I am hooked. I want you to be hooked. These letters just might eat your brains.