When this volume shipped in over twenty years ago, a parishioner commented, “What kind of book is that?”
Gone are the days of spiral binding from this series, alas. The “traditional” bookbinding they print these days doesn’t hold up as well sitting on the piano as the older format. The contents are still impressive, though. This was a consistently good series coming out of LTP. Death is one of the better assemblages of poetry, short essay, literature excerpt, Scripture, and prayer. It might be because of the seriousness of the topic.
What is your November observance, friends? If it involves reading and pondering, I’d recommend this book.
It’s a literary chestnut, to be sure, but Emily Dickinson’s lyric is still a standout:
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.