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About a week and a half ago, I finished The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper. I loved how masculine the book felt. The characters were faced with danger around every corner. Protecting the women seemed to be the main delineating difference between the noble Indian tribes and the wicked Indian tribes. The hero of the story, Hawkeye, helps out his comrades despite the danger to himself. It's also cool reading about all of the violent ways the Indians disposed of their enemies. It reminded me of Last of the Breed by Louis L'Amour. I liked it so much that I recently bought another in the "Leatherstocking Tales" - The Deerslayer. The edition I own is the Barnes and Nobel Classics edition, which I really like. They're only around $6 per book, and yet the covers are nifty looking, there are many frills (such as lengthy introductions by literary scholars, timelines, quote pages, etc.) The margins are wide enough that I don't have to pry the book open with all my might to see the text lining the binding, and the book was sturdy enough that it wasn't all curled up by the time I was done reading it.

The Last of the Mohicans: A

I also finished Wilson's book on baptism a few days ago. I found it very helpful - a good follow-up to Randy Booth's book reviewed earlier. I'm excited at all of the ways I am learning to read the Bible more comprehensively. It's a short book and can easily be read in a few hours.

To A Thousand Generations: A

Comments

Anonymous said…
"I'm excited at all of the ways I am learning to read the Bible more comprehensively. It's a short book and can easily be read in a few hours..."

Oh what a proof-texter could do with this one... :)
Unknown said…
Oh boy... I'm just glad that you aren't going to proof-text me. Although you might want want to hang on to this quote, in case you need it for future black-mailing purposes.

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