Jackson

Sri does an excellent job of explaining JPII's Theology of the Body. Or at least, I assume he does. I haven't gotten around to the real deal yet. The writing was academic while also human. The differences of sensuality and sentimentality and how they interact are so profound. If you haven't been convinced yet, this book will convince you: We are made in the image and likeness of God.

This book is the bomb. And not just any bomb, Huxley wants to blow your mind. I just kept turning the pages, becuase I craved the introspective thoughts and reflections on human dignity that this book tries to spring on the reader. You find yourself cheering for people who are looking for more, only to be disapointed by their fatal flaws. The book's setting that is so inherently inhumane that it paints a beauty on the tiniest slivers of humanity.

Seriously, how was this book written in the 1930's and still relevant... human nature, I guess. The ways we fall are different but the reasons stay the same.