On Our Way To Crazy

… like disco lemonade…

Seven Things Sunday. January 24, 2010

Filed under: Music,TV,Youth Stuff — brandi @ 8:44 pm
~ ONE ~

I have never been much of a Bruce Springsteen fan. He wasn’t a big player in the music of my childhood, and I don’t really connect to his working man Jersey persona. I don’t think those things are the problem, though.

I didn’t watch a lot about Sesame Street from when I was a kid. I think I was more of a Mr. Rogers kind of girl. But I do have a very clear memory of the Muppets singing a version of Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run”. They had changed the title to “Born to Add”, and the verses were about adding one trashcan to two to get three trashcans, then one policeman to three to get four policemen. Groundbreaking stuff.

My parents weren’t big Springsteen fans, so I don’t think I knew the song outside of it’s math-centric version. And now, anytime I hear Bruce Springsteen’s voice, I see a Muppet and hear the addition lyrics. Which is pretty awesome. But it makes it really difficult for me to take him seriously.

~ TWO ~

Remedy Drive has a song on an Olympics commercial! Aaron knew it was a possibility, but we didn’t know for sure that it was happening until last night when it aired during Saturday Night Live and his phone started blowing up.

So if you see a Budweiser-sponsored ad for the Olympics, probably airing during late night TV, pay special attention. The very first shot is four beers clinking, and the lyrics are “Hope’s not giving up.” SO AWESOME.


We live two blocks from an elementary school. It has a great playground and park area behind it that we have sadly underutilized. But yesterday, on the first nice-ish day we’ve had in ten thousand years, Aaron and I decided it was time to play basketball. OH MY GOSH. It was so much fun. We played all the games and drills we could remember from our high school days – Knockout, Horse, layup and free throw and three-pointer drills. It completely wiped me out but was awesomely fun. We will definitely be back.

~ FOUR ~

Are you guys on the Avett Brothers bandwagon? I have known for a while that it was my kind of thing, but for whatever reason just never took the plunge. Then we had a week full of grey rainy days and I needed new music that was also moody and mellow-ish. Something with feeling. ENTER AVETT BROTHERS. I am now completely obsessed with them. They are just a perfect little band. I love their voices, love their lyrics, love their sound.

They were on Austin City Limits last night. After it was over I rewound it and immediately watched the show again. They are fantastic.

~ FIVE ~

Let’s talk about Parks and Recreation. It is easily my favorite Thursday night show. It has been exponentially more funny than The Office and 30 Rock this season.

We love us some Tom Haverford in this house, so when we saw that Aziz Ansari was doing a comedy special, we immediately set the DVR. That is one funny kid. This clip is from Jimmy Kimmel, but it’s pretty much exactly the way he told the story on the show. It makes me hurt from laughing. Also, slightly dirty. Just FYI.

~ SIX ~

I know I say this all the time, but I really really really love my job. Church politics and staff stress and personal issues aside, it is outside the scope of my comprehension that I get to do what I do every day. This weekend I got to hang out with college girls who I’ve known since they were in junior high, and with junior highers who say awesome things like “Make peace, don’t, like, not make peace” and who bring their Harry Potter sorting hat pillowcases to class so we can split up into the appropriate teams. Amazing.


Greek starts back up tomorrow! I love my teeny-bopper TV shows.


Jesus is my mixtape. January 22, 2010

Filed under: Introspection,Music,Youth Stuff — brandi @ 9:27 am

In my post earlier this week about Jesus Girls, I mentioned briefly that we had to define a spiritual metaphor for our lives in my ordination class. I meant to wind my way back to mine in the context of that post, I really did, but it was getting super wordy and I just couldn’t get there. But I wanted to write it out here, both for you guys and for myself. It always helps to write this stuff down.

The metaphor I used in class was a song. While I have no discernible musical talent of any kind, music has always been a big part of my life. I really like the idea of our faith being a song. It works on several levels: the individual as the songs, unique unto ourselves but also part of a genre or style of music as well as music as a whole; parts of a song like parts of a body, each playing it’s individual role but adding up to something bigger and more beautiful than it can be on it’s own; there is a basic theory and structure to music but within that functionality the form can be whatever you want it to be. Clearly I am feeling the idea that faith is personal and that there’s not one way to do it and if you don’t get it right you are out.

But the concept I like the best is the idea of Jesus being a song to be in tune with. I got the idea from Rob Bell’s Nooma video called “Rhythm”. (You can watch it here.) Here are some key quotes:

“An infinite, massive, kind of invisible God, that’s hard to get our minds around. But truth, mercy, love, grace, justice, compassion – the way Jesus lived… I can see that. I can understand that. I can relate to that. I can play that song.”

“Jesus is like God in taking on flesh and blood, and so in his generosity. In his compassion, that’s what God’s like. In his telling of the truth, that’s what God’s like. In his love, and forgiveness, and sacrifice, that’s what God’s like. That’s who God is. That’s how the song goes.”

I love the idea that when we are truly following Jesus, when our lives most closely resemble his, that we are in tune with the song. It just makes sense to me. It’s the kind of faith I can get behind, the kind I am comfortable teaching my kids to have.

Sorry to be so quote happy today, but I wanted to close this post out with a quote from Sin Boldly, one of my favorite books from last year:

“I have a favorite t-shirt that reads, “Jesus is my mixtape.” When I bought it, I thought its slogan was charmingly quirky, but over time it has acquired this transcendent quality, a motto that sums up my belief that everything – everything – is spiritual. At the center of that everythingness, as a pastor friend of mine likes to describe it, is a universal rhythm, a song we all play, like a giant, motley orchestra. Sometimes in tune, sometimes off-key. We call it by different names. Still, it remains – if only we have ears to hear it – the eternal soundtrack that plays in the background of our lives.”

I like it.


It’s better to die cool than to live uncool. January 21, 2010

Filed under: Reasons Why I'm Lame — brandi @ 5:26 pm

I am, as a general rule, comfortable with my age. I like being twenty-nine. I touched on some of this on my birthday… I wasn’t great at my young twenties. I mean, I loved them, but I didn’t do them quite right. I’m not a big party-er. I never lived in a tiny apartment with four other people in a big city (although I would have liked that, I think). I got married at twenty-one. I don’t know who let me get away with that, but it happened.

I feel like my late twenties have suited me a bit better. I feel more settled into my life, more settled into who I am. I think the biggest change is how non-competitive I feel these days. In college and for quite a while after, I was CONSTANTLY comparing myself to everyone around me. I wanted to be the most successful, or the most happily married, or the one with the cutest house, or the one with the best clothes. This was particularly true with my girlfriends from high school – all my life, we had competed for starting spots on sports teams and for boyfriends and for senior superlatives. Even though we were adults, more or less, that competitiveness didn’t go away. I wanted to WIN.

I am truly thankful to be (mostly) past that stage of my life. I still compare myself, for sure, and am certainly self-conscious around people I perceive to be cooler or more interesting or funnier than I am. But on the whole, I’m starting to get it together. I can love another girl’s quirky style and funky hair without thinking I need to have it myself. I have flat hair and wear jeans every day. It’s okay.

Here’s the catch, though. It’s one thing to see yourself as a little past that stage of your life and feel okay about it. It’s a whole nother deal when someone younger than you confirms it. Like when, say, a ‘young adults’ group is put together at church and you are not included. Because YOU ARE NOT A YOUNG ADULT. Ouch.

I’m not gonna lie, you guys, this development gave me a bit of a complex. One side of my brain was calm and collected, saying, “You don’t want to be in that group. You are not a part of the same world they live in. They don’t even know who sang ‘Hangin Tough’. Your friends are in their thirties. You like them better. It’s all fine.” But the other side was freaking the hell out. Not a part of the young adults group? What? I’m hip! I’m cool! I’ve got the 411! When did this shift happen? When did I change demographics? Where is my walker?

It’s been a week or so since I turned old in the eyes of others, and I have come to terms with it. I am happy with my place in life. I much prefer wine in an interesting restaurant to shots in a loud bar. I’m okay with staying in for New Year’s. I like board games A LOT. I’m seriously considering moving to the suburbs. I play Scrabble online with my grandpa. It works for me.

But, man, that whole ordeal was a shock to my system. It’s a lot easier to be okay with who you are when who you are isn’t being confirmed by a bunch of kids who don’t want to hang out with you because you’re OLD.


A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand. January 19, 2010

Filed under: Food — brandi @ 3:03 pm

Last weekend I found myself home alone on a Friday night. This happens… never. But Aaron was out and my dinner plans fell through at the last minute, so there I was.

Generally, my solo dinners are always the same: wine and olives and hummus. Can’t beat it. But that night I’d had plans to eat pasta and the idea was already stuck in my brain, so I cooked for myself. I NEVER do that. Ever. I threw together this basil chicken pasta (delicious!) and settled in for some Gilmore Girls on DVR.

Now I don’t know if you’ve watched a lot of Gilmore Girls. If you’re reading this blog, I’m going to assume that you have. But just in case you haven’t, here’s what you need to know in the context of this post. They talk about food. A lot. All the time. If you watch it hungry you will end up jonesing for some french fries, some pancakes, maybe a roast something or other.

Or some chocolate chip cookies, perhaps.

Halfway through the episode, I was feverishly googling for a recipe that worked with what I had on hand. I happen to be very particular about my chocolate chip cookies… I like them chewy and on the crispy side, as opposed to soft and cakey. This recipe sounds like the exact opposite of what I would usually choose. But I had everything it calls for, and I love America’s Test Kitchen, so I went with it.

You guys. YOU GUYS. These cookies are amazing. Also, not so much with the thick, but they were perfectly chewy and brown sugary and REALLY FREAKING DELICIOUS. You have to make them. Immediately.

Thick and Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies

2 cups plus 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 sticks unsalted butter, melted and cooled
1 cup packed light brown sugar
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1 large egg
1 egg yolk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

1. Adjust an oven rack to the lower-middle position and heat the oven to 325°F. Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment paper. Whisk the flour, baking soda, and salt together in medium bowl.

2. In a large bowl, beat the butter and sugars together with an electric mixer on medium speed until smooth, 1 to 2 minutes. Beat in the egg, egg yolk, and vanilla until combined, about 30 seconds, scraping down the bowl and beaters as needed.

3. Reduce the mixer speed to low and slowly add the flour mixture until combined, about 30 seconds. Mix in the chips until incorporated.

4. Working with 2 tablespoons of the dough at a time, roll the dough into balls and lay them on the prepared baking sheets, spaced about 2 inches apart. Bake the cookies, one sheet at a time, until the edges are set and beginning to brown but the centers are still soft and puffy, 15 to 20 minutes, rotating the baking sheet halfway through baking.

5. Let the cookies cool on the baking sheet for 10 minutes, then serve warm or transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.


Jesus Girls, edited by Hannah Faith Notess January 18, 2010

Filed under: Books,Friends and Family,Youth Stuff — brandi @ 10:35 pm

After we finished our read-through of the Bible in my ordination class last month, we decided to take it easy for a while. Take a break from the insane pace and piles of studying we’d been doing for over two years and just spend some time talking. So, for the past several weeks, we’ve been taking turns telling our stories. Who we are, where we come from, how we got here. What we think. What we believe. It’s been such an interesting and enlightening exercise getting to know each other in such an intimate way.

I worked for days putting mine together. I wanted to hit all the important details, but also have a thread that tied the whole thing together. Part of what we were required to do was define a metaphor for our spiritual views… a picture of how we see the world and how our faith fits into that idea.

If I had been asked that question ten years ago, maybe even five years ago, it would have been easy. Something about spiritual discipline, exercise, how working hard will get you where you need to be, spiritually-speaking. But I’m not really that person anymore. My life, and my outlook, has a lot more grey than black and white.

I took my turn before I read this book, sadly. It would have made the process a lot easier. Or, if nothing else, reminded me that I’m not alone on this road.

Jesus Girls is a collection of essays about “growing up female and evangelical”. It’s a book of women, like me, who came of age in the church and have had something of a complicated relationship with it ever since. Some have reconciled, some have not, but they all have a story to tell. And not a black and white, right and wrong story. A real story.

Like this, from Anne Dayton, that I’m pretty sure she wrote while looking INTO MY BRAIN. She writes how it felt to get involved in church as a teenager with a family that didn’t find it as… appealing as she did. (It is taking all the self control I have not to type out the entire essay, just FYI.)

I was hooked. With the fervency of a new believer, I threw myself into youth group. I started coming every Wednesday night and promptly developed a crush on one of the boys. I soon felt very comfortable there, but no matter how many weekend retreats and campouts I went on, I knew almost instinctually that I could never quite fit in. I hadn’t been in Sunday school with them since nursery. They all seemed to have this vast and secret knowledge of song lyrics that I could never hope to acquire. They listened to the right music – Michael W. Smith and Stephen Curtis Chapman and Amy Grant, and later Audio Adrenaline and the Newsboys – not Mariah Carey and Nirvana and Weezer. In short, they had a carefully filtered world filled with positive influences and inspirational media that would lead them along the way everlasting. I had a family who watched PBS on Sunday mornings.

My family listened to America’s Country Countdown on Sunday mornings, but the rest of it sounds very familiar. It didn’t have anything to do with my family, or, really, with the youth group specifically. I just had such a desire to belong. There is nothing worse than being fifteen and feeling like an outsider.

I wanted someone to give me a True Love Waits ring. I craved one of those “Go Against the Flow” t-shirts.

But I never got any of those things. Mostly, I think, because I never bothered to ask. And to this day, I’m not really sure why. My parents are not selfish ogres, nor are they anti-church. They never denied me much.

I guess it somehow didn’t occur to me to ask my parents to buy these things for me. Part of my reticence was a shyness, a sense that religion was a private affair, and that talking about it was deeply revealing and embarrassing. Even in church, I couldn’t work up the courage to pray out loud; prayer was something I did in the quiet space of my mind. We rarely talked about God in my house. The one time my mom suggested I pray over a Thanksgiving dinner, I was so self-conscious I just shook my head and started eating.

I’m sure there was also a certain sense of guilt involved, as if embracing the Christian subculture was rejecting the mainstream world my family lived in, and thus, them.

In Kari’s review of the same book, she talks about the idea of testimony and how we were taught early on that ours needed to be compelling so as to win more people over to Christ. That was never an idea I was comfortable with, partially because I didn’t really feel like it was my job to convince people to believe, and partially because my story wasn’t all that interesting. I wasn’t a drug addict or a gang member or a prostitute before Jesus found a place in my life. He didn’t turn my life around, he came alongside me on the path I was already taking.

Instead, my story is about finding room at the table for everyone. I had the idea that Christians were all the same shape, and you better squeeze and contort yourself until you fit the mold. Now I understand that we are all who we are because that’s who we’re supposed to be, because we are made in the image of God and there’s a lot more to who he is than we can imagine. I understand that faith is personal, and unique, and that it has very little to do with listening to the right music or wearing the right clothes or having the right job.

But even though I was stuck with parents who drank wine with dinner and believed in science, they allowed me space to be who I wanted, and they tried to encourage a healthy balance between my “church things” an the rest of my world. In other words, they were always trying to get me to lighten up.

College is a time when you’re supposed to refocus your view of the world. My Christian friends were questioning the narrowness of the culture they had been brought up in, and many started rebelling against the parents who had sheltered them in the bubble of Christian pop culture. I, on the other hand, was looking at the choices I had made and wondering if maybe my parents might have been right all along.

And the reason I can understand those things is not because of the church, at least not the church as I knew it in high school and college. It’s because of the family I was born into, the one that taught me to love the Beatles and Fleetwood Mac and Sunday morning breakfast, and also how to think for myself and be independent and not let someone else dictate who I am.

They were teaching me the lessons that would later define both the faith I cling to and the way I teach the teenagers in the youth group I am now in charge of. I just didn’t see it at the time.


People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God. January 14, 2010

Filed under: Introspection — brandi @ 11:51 am

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the church. We’ve been struggling lately with a multitude of things both directly and indirectly connected to our church and our role in it. It is exhausting. I wrote this earlier this week as a part of a conversation about church: what it is, what it means, why it exists and why we continue to be a part of it.

We are going through a really difficult time in our church, the details of which are outside the context of this conversation (and completely exhausting to type out), and I’ve been wondering about these things. We are in a place right now where we’ve done all the right things, served and participated and even taken a staff position, but somehow we are still struggling, and I am frustrated. I feel like we have worked really hard to make sure we are making the right decisions for ourselves and our marriage over the course of our church life as a couple, and now I am looking back and I feel like maybe some of those decisions have led us to our current frustrations and I don’t know what we were supposed to do differently.

I say all that to say this: in my current state of church and job frustration and my overwhelming desire to bail on all of it and start over somewhere that I can be anonymous and have no responsibility, I feel committed and connected to my church because of all the things it offers and represents: the history, the sacraments, the connection to people who came before us and will come after. It’s not even the people for me right now – I could take them or leave them. But we are a part of a body of faith that we are invested in and that is full of people just like us and completely different from us, and we need all of them. I am starting to view it as a relationship… we are in a serious relationship with the church, and we have hit a major rough patch.  So we have two options: bail or hunker down and get through it. And because I have also been in that position with Aaron, and have chosen to hunker down and get through it and have seen how beautiful that can be on the other side, I am choosing to do that here.

What I want to do is to leave and make it easy on myself by only ‘doing church’ with the people I like and who don’t make me crazy. But I can’t grow like that. It doesn’t challenge me to learn and stretch and see the world from someone else’s perspective. And I don’t think that’s what church is meant to be.

I wanted to repost it here for two reasons: I don’t want to forget that I wrote it because I think our hardest times are still ahead of us, and I am curious to hear what you have to say as well. Do you go to church? Why? What does it add to your faith? Why church and not something else – a small group, a parachurch organization, solitary study and prayer at home?

Help me think through this.


Good things in December. January 4, 2010

Filed under: Good Things In... — brandi @ 11:30 am

Dec 1 – My boss and the guy who gave me my job announced that he was leaving. Good for him, sad for me. It still counts as a good thing if it’s good for someone else, right?
Dec 2 – Fun silly night with the junior high girls.
Dec 3 – A meeting I was pretty scared of turned out to be not so bad.
Dec 4 – Knocked out a ton of my Christmas shopping.
Dec 5 – Family Force Five and Remedy Drive show with the kids. Super fun night.
Dec 6 – Silly lesson based on Elf turned into great discussion with the kids about identity.
Dec 7 – Lovely afternoon at the movies alone with Mr. Fox.
Dec 8 – Hunger Games!
Dec 9 – Played a hilarious round of Things with the band.
Dec 10 – Catching Fire!
Dec 11 – El Tormento at the nativity.
Dec 12 – GPYG Christmas Extravaganza! Six hour service project followed by amazing food and the craziest video scavenger hunt ever.
Dec 13 – Lunch after church with my favorite college girls.
Dec 14 – Made three pies and a huge batch of pumpkin muffins.
Dec 15 – Care group Christmas party where we ate amazing turkey and came home with a sweet plastic sword and an all-weather radio.
Dec 16 – The kids wrapped all the GraceTree gifts beautifully. Or, at least you couldn’t see what they were.
Dec 17 – Dinner with friends and the Andrew Peterson show.
Dec 18 – Random night at home in the middle of the holidays.
Dec 19 – Sushi, Jack White’s record store, Andrew Jackson statue in the freezing cold, Grimey’s with the scary Santa and elf, chicken chili, football and THE COWBOYS BEAT THE SAINTS.
Dec 20 – Super fun Christmas game morning with the kids.
Dec 21 – Actually spent time with my friend across the street instead of just talking about how we should.
Dec 22 – Tamale dinner and green chile sauce drinking challenges.
Dec 23 – Cookie decorating!
Dec 24 – Gift wrapping and farkling and chocolate peanut butter crackers.
Dec 25 – Christmas Day! Cinnamon rolls and snuggies with my parents, gossip at Mamaw’s and a fifty person Christmas extravaganza complete with camouflage blankets, pocket knives and some kind of jalapeno jelly mess.
Dec 26 – Family Christmas with the Maneses. My brother-in-law went to a fancy makeup store and bought me expensive eyeliner. So awesome.
Dec 27 – My Papaw and I smoked everyone else on one hole of Wii golf. We got smoked the rest of the time.
Dec 28 – Girls night with my high school friends. Really good talks. I miss them.
Dec 29 – Super early flight home, nice long nap, movie date with Aaron and George Clooney.
Dec 30 – Fun pizza lunch with the staff.
Dec 31 – Low key New Year’s with good friends, good fajitas and Sam & Dave on vinyl.


Seven Things Sunday – the New Year edition. January 3, 2010

Filed under: Things That Are Awesome — brandi @ 7:43 am

Well, kids, we’re on day three of 2010. Here’s what I’ve been up to so far this year.

~ ONE ~

Reading books in my pajamas.

~ TWO ~

Watching movies in my pajamas.


Eating pancakes in my pajamas.

~ FOUR ~

Playing Trivial Pursuit in my pajamas.

~ FIVE ~

Eating leftover fajitas in my pajamas.

~ SIX ~

Reading ‘Best of the Decade’ magazines in my pajamas.


Taking naps in my pajamas.

It’s been a good one so far. I think I might have to actually get dressed and do something at some point, though. Maybe tomorrow.


Cue the sappy music. January 2, 2010

Filed under: Living With a Boy — brandi @ 12:56 pm

Oh my gosh, you guys. YOU GUYS. For weeks I’ve been planning to tell you a very important story today. I’ve been working out the details, writing funny lines in my head, planning the touchingly sweet conclusion. I was ready.

THEN. I realized I already told you this story. Three years and three hundred sixty four days ago. Why? Why did I do that? Who tells a story on it’s six years and one day anniversary? GAH.

Anyway, today is the ten year anniversary of my first date with Aaron. TEN YEARS. We are so old, y’all.

I had no idea, as a dumb 19-year-old, what I was getting into that night. No idea that I would never hold another hand or kiss another face. No idea that I had jumped onto a road that would leave me out of Texas and into Nashville and a life bigger and fuller than I ever could have imagined.

All I knew was that the cute, funny boy I’d been friends with for ages was holding my hand. And I was happy.


Book List 2009. January 1, 2010

Filed under: Books — brandi @ 10:15 am

I really enjoyed my reading this year. I didn’t read as much as I would have liked, and I went long stretches without reading at all this year which is really unlike me. I don’t know why, really… this year was crazy stressful and usually reading helps me deal with that, but this year it was like I couldn’t add one more thing to my brain, even a book.

But! What I read was so, so good. My favorite of the year was Sin Boldly, by Cathleen Falsani, which I read in January and it stuck with me all year. Other highlights – the Julia Glass novels (must read more!), the Jonathon Keats book I read last week and the Hunger Games books, which kept me up til 4am TWICE. Wow.

Also, my ordination class read through the Bible finally wrapped up about a month ago. That was a great exercise, really difficult but really good for me. Getting to sit around a table with those people and discuss faith and theology and life is truly an honor.

So! Here’s the official 2009 reading list. It’s a good one.

1. New Moon – Stephanie Meyer
2. Eclipse – Stephanie Meyer
3. The GI Diet – Rick Gallop
4. Breaking Dawn – Stephanie Meyer
5. Jonah
6. Micah
7. Sin Boldly – Cathleen Falsani
8. Nahum
9. Love Is A Mixtape – Rob Sheffield
10. Habakkuk
11. Paper Towns – John Green
12. Zephaniah
13. The River Queen – Mary Morris
14. Local Girls – Alice Hoffman
15. Youth Ministry 3.0 – Mark Oestreicher
16. Zechariah
17. Malachi
18. Matthew
19. Mark
20. Luke
21. John
22. Love, Mom – Doree Shafrir and Jessica Grose
23. The Accidental – Ali Smith
24. Acts
25. Romans
26. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone – JK Rowling
27. 1 Corinthians
28. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – JK Rowling
29. 2 Corinthians
30. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban – JK Rowling
31. Galatians
32. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire – JK Rowling
33. Ephesians
34. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix – JK Rowling
35. Philippians
36. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince – JK Rowling
37. Colossians
38. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – JK Rowling
39. 1 Thessalonians
40. American Wife – Curtis Sittenfeld
41. 2 Thessalonians
42. The Time Traveler’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
43. 1 Timothy
44. Love Walked In – Marisa de los Santos
45. 2 Timothy
46. Good to Great – Jim Collins
47. I Was Told There’d Be Cake – Sloane Crosley
48. Three Junes – Julia Glass
49. Titus
50. Philemon
51. Open House – Elizabeth Berg
52. Hebrews
53. James
54. Housekeeping Vs. The Dirt – Nick Hornby
55. 1 Peter
56. 2 Peter
57. 1 John
58. 2 John
59. 3 John
60. I See You Everywhere – Julia Glass
61. Jude
62. Revelation
63. The Know-It-All – AJ Jacobs
64. The Hunger Games – Suzanne Collins
65. Chasing Fire – Suzanne Collins
66. The Book of the Unknown – Jonathon Keats