Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

MAY 21!!!

Seventeen years. That's how long ago it's been since Harold Camping last predicted the Rapture. I wonder if he'll be any more successful this time around? Of course, if he'd been living in ancient Israel, he wouldn't be around to have a second go at it (Deut. 18:20-22), but we'll let that slide. In any case, based on the context of Matthew 24, I sure hope I'll be left behind just like Noah and his family rather than taken like all those poor saps who drowned in the flood (Matt. 24:36-41).

Anyway, I'll probably make a real blog post after tomorrow. In fact, you can bet on it.