Just finished The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis. Read half of it in the deer stand, the other half at night before bed. One of those books I kept finding myself eager to return to when I had a spare minute.
On the plane to Virginia Friday I began Mere Christianity. Much chewier.
If you’re looking for any significance in either of these choices (beyond the obvious fact that I have them on my bookshelves), it comes down to this: both are tiny and fit in my hunting bag/carry-on bag.
Despite the way I wrote that, my hunting bag is not my carry-on bag. I don’t believe the TSA will allow you to bring Tink’s #69 aboard, no matter how small the container or how thick the Ziploc.
