I thought I'd document, here on the blog, a year-full of favourite books. Or 365 favourites. Given that this house houses hundreds (OK, thousands), it will be fun to choose especial favourites.
I heard the owl call my name, by Margaret Craven
Love this book. Found it as a teenager, and by the end of it, I still cry. Margaret Craven's writing is powerfully simple, plain clear storytelling that leaves room for you to engage, rather than forcing you to do so. A young priest, Mark, is sent by his bishop to be the minister in a remote Canadian village, because he doesn't have much time and the challenges of this will make the most of his time. The native Canadian people (first people? I'm not sure of the current correct terminology) view him at first with suspicion, and he has to earn their trust and find his way in an unfamiliar culture. It's not all a pretty story, or unrealistically neat, but it's one that resonates. It's not a 'religious' book per se, so whether or not you're a believer, it's worth reading.