Once in a while, I run into a book or a movie or music that shifts my perspective, makes me see things in a different light; opens up new ways of thinking. "A Prayer for Owen Meany," by John Irving, was such a book.
Here is the opening sentence:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
Years later, the words reverberate for me. What an adventure follows for the reader, I thought. I skimmed the first eight pages this morning, and I laughed out loud twice, in public.
A little recommendation for some off-center summer reading. Be patient.
I had to read this book in high school, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Very inspirational, if I remember correctly.
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