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When Divinity Brushes Against the Texture of the Ordinary
By Madeleine Hagan

When Divinity Brushes Against the Texture of the Ordinary

I was stunned to silence a few days ago by the weirdest thought. I just started this book called Liturgy of the Ordinary: Sacred Practices in Everyday Life by Tish Harrison Warren, and by “just started” I mean I got all of three pages into the first chapter and read this:

“But after hearing about Jesus’ birth and a brief story about his boyhood, we find him again as a grown man at the banks of the Jordan. He’s one in the crowd, squinting in the sun, sand gritty between his toes. The one who is worthy of worship, glory, and fanfare spent decades in obscurity and ordinariness.” Continue reading →

On Reading Of Enchanted Woods
By Madeleine Hagan

On Reading Of Enchanted Woods

“He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.”
― C.S. Lewis

As I write this I’m sitting in the middle of it. I finished a book this morning and returned it to its home on the library shelf hesitantly. Not wanting to let go of it just yet. There was magic within the pages and castle towers, ancient tombs, and trees swollen with corruption and madness. Bravery, deception, foolishness, and perseverance were there as well. Continue reading →

Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak
By Madeleine Hagan

Bridge of Clay by Markus Zusak

Five Star Recommendations on The Salt Compass BookshelfBridge of Clay

By Markus Zusak

Reviews for books like this always intimidate me because I feel some kind of silly pressure to do the book justice. I can’t. It’s too good. Too well-written. But I will glow about it anyway.

Within these pages you will meet the Dunbar boys. There’s five of them.

And the fourth brother’s name is Clay. Continue reading →

The Good Rainy Days – 2016 Olympics
By Madeleine Hagan

The Good Rainy Days – 2016 Olympics

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Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

It’s just one of those days again. An Inkheart day. That’s my rainy day go-to book, but only the good rainy days, mind you. And by good rainy days I mean the kind of days described in the opening chapter of that book. Something about it has a folded up mix of warmth and comfort, yet excitement (like an adventure could not be too far away) rolling off the pages in waves as Meggie looks up from the book she keeps under her pillow and sees Dustfinger standing outside in the rain.

It’s hot and humid outside today with rain falling in sheets that make that funny sound on Continue reading →