There's always a little bit of time between the time I press the power button and the time my computer is up and running. So I decided to create a new category of reading I call "bootup books." I started with two: The Devil's Dictionary, which is a collection of brief entries, and this one, which is a collection of brief stand-alone vignettes. Little temptation with either to fall prey to story grip and spend my whole workday reading. Still, I was always more eager to pick up At the Edge of the Village, so it outpaced the other. Finally, with just a few pages to go, I brought it home this weekend to finish it, and so I have.
While I'm sure that knowing the author has prejudiced me somewhat in the book's favor, I think I would have loved it even if I'd never met a Leidenfrost. It brought genuine laughter, tears, and moments when I just had to close the book and give thanks for God's goodness. If you know Lisa, and haven't read At the Edge of the Village, do. If you don't know Lisa, but delight in the little things of life and in the glorious things of God, you will enjoy it, too.