Wednesday, June 04, 2003
I just finished reading “Mister God, this is Anna,” written by Fynn. The book was supposed to be an inspirational tale about a young man in London who befriends a six-year-old girl who has run away from home. After meeting her and taking her home, he finds this girl is a curious one who looks at things differently than other children (and most adults) looking for “Mister God” in everything. It’s a typical “learn the obvious things from the innocent child” book, with the sad ending.
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to take away from this book except that I won’t read books recommended to me by Paul Depcik, even though he recommended it to me more than 10 years ago and I just got around reading it today.
Some points the book made are things that I tend to agree with, such as “God is God, no matter what name people call their diving being,” and “Churches mess up the meaning of God.” But most points the child brought up were unconvincing arguments that seemed to be thinly veiled bible stories.
Maybe my cynicism towards religion has tainted me from every taking these stories at face value; attempts to get people to simple act and live better. In most cases, the basic ideas Anna lived by are good things, but the telling of the tale through the eyes of a child seems forced. The good thing is that I can now move onto the other books in my stable.