well done

I'm sort of a book snob. Not the kind who only reads good literature or the kind who knows when something is well written and when something isn't. I'm the kind of book snob who, upon hearing that TONS of people LOVE a book, refuses to read it just to stick it to the man (not sure who "the man" is, except the answer Lucy gives when we ask her who daddy works for).

anyway.

I did, however, pick up and read Don Miller's new book. Here's the opening page, which I loved:

"If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn't cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn't tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you'd seen. The truth is, you wouldn't remember the movie a week later, except you'd feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.

But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won't make a story meaningful, it won't make life meaningful either. Here's what I mean by that:"

I'll share more later.