I don’t read books by very religious people. Not often.

But this was very surprising. I am faithless. Completely . Not just deity. Even science. I believe that as far as we know… but I also know that some scientific evidence will be replaced by new one, maybe contrary. A lot of things I learnt in medical school are no longer true. That’s good that science unlike religion allows that development . Maybe even that is not true. Maybe religions change their idea of God. I am not saying there is evidence God doesn’t exist. There is also no evidence he does. For me though, even if he existed, there is a very unlikely chance he would care about us humans.

So reading a book by Anne Lamott, someone with so strong faith in Jesus and God and like the book is the least thing I would expect.
There are other things completely alien to me. Her alcoholism and drugs, the obsessive anxious mothering to her beloved son Sam. I don’t think she could be any different from me or my idea about what person should aim for.
Yet I loved the book.
Her self deprecating humour, her lack of pomp, her love for people from her church and others. The style. Those witty sentences, each of them could be a quote . I would feel happy if I could write event just 3 sentences as human , humorous and kind like she does. Her book is full of them .
I’d like to read her fiction. This is more a diary or a memoir.
If she was my friend she would probably drive me nuts, although she seems to be a caring, kind and faithful friend. She is a strange but a good creature. But she is not a friend, she is a famous writer that I would never meet, this book made me love her, albeit from a safe distance.
As I said; surprising. I don’t pray. But her prayers ” Help me , help me, help me ” and ” Thank you, thank you, thank you ” are the best prayers I can imagine. Will I pray? Nope. But if I was that in my opinion non existing God , I would answer her prayers while chuckling at her humour.