I'm ashamed to admit that I went from reading the greatest works of Western theology, literature, history and philosophy to reading... well... cookbooks.
There's truth, beauty and goodness to be found in vichyssoise, right?
I haven't bought a work of great literature since quitting the PhD program in Philosophy to marry my true love. I haven't even read a work of great literature since then. In the earliest months of our marriage I thumbed through Being and Time occasionally but it was more for its sedative effects than cognitive stimulation.
Baby steps.
This Lent I'm trying to get back into reading. I'm not going to start out with The Fundamental Principles of the Metaphysics of Morals. I enjoyed it in college. No kidding. But it'll be a while before I crave straight dry philosophy again.
For now, I've ordered Fr. Dwight Longenecker's highly acclaimed The Gargoyle Code (which is along the same lines as C.S. Lewis' Screwtape Letters), and Karen Edmisten's The Rosary: Keeping Company with Mary and Jesus.
Who knows? Maybe by the time Easter comes I'll be re-reading the Summa Theologica... in Latin.
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