I am reading this book by Ravi Zacharias. So far, I have read nearly 100 pages. This is the first book for me by this author. I have come to like this book a lot because the author and I seem to share a lot of similar sentiments.
Christine gave this book to me as part of her wedding-day gift, because of a lot of similarities in Ravi Zacharias' and my backgrounds: we both were born in Tamil Nadu, India, speak Tamil, moved to the Americas in our early 20's, married white girls, etc.. I did not appreciate this insight from Christine much then, but now I appreciate her gift of this book a lot.
Besides the strong faith inspirational part, this book has also educated me quite a bit about Indian tradition. You learn about the early German-Swiss churches in Kerala, Mughlai cuisine (India supplied the spices, and the Mughals brought in the almonds, cashews, and creme), and close details of life in Delhi, to name a few, from this book.
This is a recommended read.
On a related note, I am also reading in parallel these books: Shalimar the Clown, by Salman Rushdie, The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli, and a biography of Che Guevara which I started quite a few months ago.
2 comments:
George, good to hear you're alive, bro. Thanks for sending the link to your blog. I look forward to keeping up with what is happening in your and Christine's busy lives a bit.
Your reading adventures make me miss our Melbourne Bookworm days. Glad to hear that you're getting to Shalimar the Clown even though the rest of us wussed out. =]
Thanks, Kevin!
When you get a chance, look up Shalimar the Clown. His writing style is great! I love his phrases.
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