You’ll enjoy it whether or not you’re a Civil War buff. This great work of historical fiction was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 2006 and is a surprisingly fast read. In March, we watch a man struggle with truth and courage and the guilt that comes from feeling he lacked both at key moments.
March wrote to his wife in Little Women were purposely crafted to shield his family from the horrors of war and slavery, which Brooks skillfully details. We learn that the innocent-sounding letters Mr. This book is compelling enough to stand on its own but the reading experience was especially rich coupled with Little Women. Since I can stay up late, I’ve already finished March, the story of Mr. (It’s a beautiful book that I’m reading to my daughter, Isabel, at bedtime. Marmee and her four daughters shoulder the burdens of poverty and learn the grace of womanhood while their chaplain husband/father is gone to offer his services to Union soldiers during the Civil War. In the beloved classic Little Women, Louisa May Alcott tells the story of the March family. In the end, everyone at Wuthering Heights gets what they deserve, both bad and good. Characters are driven to madness, drunkenness and eventually death while servants watch and their opinions fall on deaf ears.
I wasn’t expecting any of the things that happen after that fateful meeting on the moors, and that is what kept me engrossed with this story. And this is where our “great love story” turns into a dark tale of revenge, and regret. Until, that is, she meets neighbor Edgar, who is well bred and comes from a decent family. Cathy and Heathcliff spend all of their time together, become thick as thieves and fall in love. Hindley resents how much his father prefers Heathcliff. Earnshaw finds and takes him to Wuthering Heights, his homestead on the moors, and to his own children Hindley and Cathrine. Heathcliff is a young orphan in the city when Mr. Because of the choices they make they ruin the lives of decent people around them. They’re selfish, jealous and manipulative. The characters are strong willed, well written and developed, so I spent a lot of time fuming and yelling and shaking my head in disappointment and confusion. This story is more about revenge and obsession than the love between Heathcliff and Catherine. Wuthering Heights is now one of my three favorite books. But I was determined to read it anyway and I’m glad I did. It wasn’t one I was excited about as I thought it was a romance novel because the only people I knew who had read it were women and they all referred to it as “a great love story”. The Spirit – “the Lord, the giver of life”, the love between Father and the Son - will be with us as a consolator everyday “until the end of the age.I first read this book last year because I’m on a “classics” reading kick. In this human creature that is desired, loved and preserved by God, who is willing to do everything for His creatures up to even die to save them, the Holy Spirit lives. God is a father that can do everything for his children, by virtue of His love for them. It is probably not a coincidence that God be mentioned first as a Father and then as a Creator and that the word "almighty" (which can also be scary and associated to a sort of super-power that is not necessarily good) is combined to the "role" of God as a father and not as the creator. The “Credo”, the profession of the Christian faith says: " We believe in one God, the Father, the Almighty, maker of heaven and earth ”. Certainly a Creator God, but first of all our Father. Being creatures implies the existence of a Creator God, who loved us "since when we were in the maternal womb" and looks after us. In the Christian view, being creatures, though, means not only precariety, a sort of “negative” connotation characterizing the human beings, their nature and potential. In the Ash Wednesday, the Church makes a simple gesture that commemorates the fragility of the human nature, the fact that we are creatures. Today it is first day of the Lenten season, which will bring us to the Easter Triduum after 40 days, the heart of the liturgical year.