Selden Edwards' 33 year masterpiece, The Little Book, is a misnomer. In no way is this story little. In fact, the concept is so big, so far-reaching that it blurs the boundaries of solids we take for granted--location, time, space, history, self. I'm sure the story will be fleshed out by one of the other bodacious book babes, so I'll just stick to how this book made me feel. If you remember my Five Quarters of the Orange post, you'll remember that "feelings" and "emotions" (said with a wrinkling of my nose) are not my cup of tea, so my willingness to go there should tell you how much I loved this book. More than anything else, this book left me with a sense of wonder. I can recall being a Little Orphan Annie looking kid and trying to wrap my head around the concept of God having no beginning or end, of always existing. Mind blowing. Or how about struggling with the concept of infinity? (On a side note, Chuck Norris has counted to infinity...Twice.)
If you haven't seen the movie, add it to your Netflix queue right away and if you haven't read The Little Book, rush out now to get it and you'll be rewarded with double rainbows for life.
Crystal
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