If you haven’t figured it out by now, let me clue you in: I tend to do these book reviews a little differently. I’m not much for saying if a book is good or bad and why. I do go with that traditional approach occasionally; especially if I have issues with a title. I much prefer to write about how a book has affected me, how it makes me think (or perhaps not think.)
That’s the beauty of A Million Miles in a Thousand Years: What I Learned While Editing My Life by Donald Miller. It’s a book slap in the side of the head to challenge my thinking.
Ouch! That hurts. Ouch! That hurts. Slap. Oh, man. No pain, no gain, right?
Oh, how I wish you we could dialog about it together just like in a real book club!
This is the sort of book you want to re-read once a year just so you can get the kick-in-the-pants feeling that comes with it. I didn’t get Donald Miller when I first read him. Then I tried again. Brilliant move on my part, because I so enjoyed Through Painted Deserts. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years is about…
Right. I’m not much for that. Must know? Go over to Amazon. The only thing you need to know from me is two words:
Book slap.
Ouch.
Go read it. And come back here to engage me in conversation.
