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I'm addicted to books. According to Umberto Eco I am building an anti-library, meaning I own way more books than I have read. I love good fiction, literature, theology, Biblical studies, philosophy, children's books, and lots more.

Currently reading

Crazy Love: Overwhelmed by a Relentless God
Danae Yankoski, Francis Chan
The Kingdom New Testament: A Contemporary Translation
N.T. Wright
The Theology of John Wesley: Holy Love and the Shape of Grace
Kenneth J. Collins
Progress: 244/331 pages
House of Leaves
Mark Z. Danielewski
Progress: 50/662 pages
The Hound of the Baskervilles (with Illustrations by Sidney Paget)
Sidney Paget, Arthur Conan Doyle
Progress: 35 %
The Dead Zone
Stephen King
Progress: 52/402 pages
J.C. Ryle
Help! I'm a Small Church Youth Worker: Achieving Big-Time Success in a Non-Mega Ministry
Rich Grassel
Progress: 57/115 pages
How God Became King: The Forgotten Story of the Gospels
N.T. Wright
Progress: 69 %
The Hound of the Baskervilles
Arthur Conan Doyle
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe - Douglas Adams This book started off great. I would have given it 4 stars. I was laughing out loud so hard as I listened to it on CD (Martin Freeman does an excellent job narrating this book), but by the last disc, I wasn't really laughing anymore. It was as if Adams just didn't have it in him anymore. When he started satirizing the "ruler of the universe" as a clueless guy who lived in a shack with his cat, it seems as if even Adams became saddened by the picture he was painting. The book ended on a somewhat nihilistic turn...and lets face it: nihilism is just not funny. It's pathetic. To put it differently, Douglas Adam's brand of humor is based on absurdity. It is absurd that a cow is playing waiter at a restaurant, trying to get people to eat different parts of itself...and that's why it's funny. But the idea of absurdity is based on a constant (a standard). If there is no standard--no meaning, no normal--then there is no more absurdity, thus no more humor. My argument is this: the very basis of Adams' humor relies on norms that no longer exist if what he is saying is true. He has talked himself out of being funny and into being sad and pathetic--all in the name of existential, post-modern relativistic doubt.