I finished The Master and Margarita a couple weeks ago, before we went home for the Fair. I enjoyed it, mostly. I was a little surprised by how much it was about satan. I thought when they said Margarita sold her soul to the devil for love that it was just cliché, but the book was actually about the devil’s presence in Moscow. Of course, a lot of it had political undertones, portraying Moscow at the time the book was written, but as I have no education about Moscow’s history, I was unable to read it with that perspective and was therefore left with the author’s incredible imagination regarding the devil and his entourage. Parts of it were uncomfortable to read, but like other things, I took it as fantasy and was just fascinated by the author’s portrayal of the ultimate bad guy and his gang of hooligans.
Right now I’m into several books. In the morning, I’m reading Power of a Praying Wife if I have time after devotions. During the day, particularly at work, I’m reading Writing Down the Bones. It is excellent so far and I’ll definitely keep it as a reference, and exercise guide, when I’m done reading it straight through. At night, before bed, I’m reading The Scarpetta Factor. I wanted something easy and relaxing that doesn’t get my brain jumping to be creative, and Patricia Cornwell fits that bill.
Right now I’m into several books. In the morning, I’m reading Power of a Praying Wife if I have time after devotions. During the day, particularly at work, I’m reading Writing Down the Bones. It is excellent so far and I’ll definitely keep it as a reference, and exercise guide, when I’m done reading it straight through. At night, before bed, I’m reading The Scarpetta Factor. I wanted something easy and relaxing that doesn’t get my brain jumping to be creative, and Patricia Cornwell fits that bill.
