Greetings, all! I know last week was a little heavy and I was looking forward to turning things around a little with this week’s column. And then I read a book that hit me in a very deep, personal place. So I’m going to write a little about that book, and do a little more self-disclosure than I am generally comfortable with in these columns, but that’s how much I liked the book. The column gets lighter towards the end, so don’t fret too much; this isn’t going to become “Devin-Talks-About-His-Feelings-And-Maybe-A-Comic-Boo-If-He-Feels-Like-It Weekly” or anything. This week, though, I’m going to start off with a little Canadian content from the man who invented the term “Generation X.”
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Sometimes, I read a book and I feel like it’s written just for me. Something about the themes, or the writing style, or the sense of humour, or something a little more ineffable, just resonates, hitting me right in the gut. It’s as though the author were speaking directly to me, cutting through the time and space and speaking right to the heart. It’s happened to me a quite a few times in my reading life, when a book goes from “great” to “transcendent” simply because I read it at just the right time. Life After God is just that kind of book. And the beautiful thing is, it did it twice.