'If thous tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.' Robert Browning.
Liesl McNamara understands this. She lives and breathes this reality everyday at her bakehouse Wild Rise.
'Modern home-cooks think nothing of tearing open a bag of silken flour and a package of active dry yeast, and pouring the dry ingredients into a machine with a couple measures of water and an hour wait for a fresh loaf. Bread's dark history is unknown to them. And the sacrifice.'
Stones for Bread, page six.
Wild Rise is a world unto itself, and it is her world.
There are a select few individuals who understand the spirit of Wild Rise, and together they navigate life in all its tears, tragedy, innocence and irony. We get to meet these people in Stones for Bread.
Stones for Bread is a book that I am almost afraid to review.
I'm afraid that my stumbling attempts to describe the magic of this story, most of which takes place in the Wild Rise kitchen, will make it sound small and cliched, when it is none of those things.
This book isn't your typical *anything,* and I can't confine it to one genre.
It is a God-story, a Love-story, a Family Legacy story.
This book is a raw-and-lyrical-at-the-same-time story, an exploration of living after you've been devastated and discovering the meaning of life.
This book is Liesl's story, and her faith is woven in like gold threads in a tapestry.
I loved the way the theme of the Eucharist, Christ as the Bread of Life, the physical bread symbolizing Him, was displayed here. There were times when I stopped, went back to the passage, and read it again to let the words resonate.
This novel is a literary journey worth taking.
Thank you Litfuse for my copy!
"If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it? A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us." Franz Kafka
I feel this way both about the books I write, and those I read. But I also think this is true of a life transformed by Christ. Our faith should be the "ice axe" that breaks our frozen places as we're awakened by the Spirit's nudging, prodding, or - dare I say it? - hammering of us into the image of the Almighty.