Not only are there shooter video games for Christians, there are also murder mysteries written specifically for them.

You can get one for free on Kindle.

Want to write a wildly popular post? Put the word “Facebook” in the title.

Want to write a wildly popular novel? Put the word “wife” in the title.

Some of the best-selling books in recent years were (and none of these belong to the romance genre):

A Reliable Wife – not bad at all

The Silent Wife – poorly written and unconvincing

How to Be a Good Wife – a really brilliant novel

The Aviator’s Wife – haven’t read it and not interested

The Paris Wife – might pick it up at some point

American Wife – it’s supposed to be based on the life of Laura Bush but I’m still not tempted

The Secret Lives of Baba Segi’s Wives – not my thing but crowds of people I know loved it

Wife 22 – not my thing either

The Tiger’s Wife – might be interesting

The Wives: The Women Behind Russia’s Literary Giants – interesting but I worry about what reading this book will do to my blood pressure

The Wife (by Meg Wolitzer) – haven’t read it and am wondering if I need to get acquainted with this writer that everybody is raving about

Husbands are not equally great title material. There is Dean Koontz’s The Husband, but I don’t remember any other notable novels not in the romance genre with this word in the title.

I’m sure I don’t have to explain to anybody the reasons for these phenomena.

Just observe that I didn’t put “Facebook” in the post’s title because I don’t chase after cheap popularity.

 

A close encounter with death often makes people want to explore the limits of their reality, experience things they always rejected as alien to their way of being, try something new before it is too late.

This is why I have been doing such uncharacteristic things as taking driving lessons, visiting homeschoolers, chatting up ministers, celebrating Christmas, going to the swimming pool, joining a spinning class, and even reading one whole book in the fantasy genre.

So when I was contacted by a sorority on campus with a request to become the sorority’s faculty leader, I agreed. As you know, I don’t like sororities and fraternities. I don’t get why they need to exist, and the whole thing is very strange to me.

And this is precisely the reason why I agreed without even thinking about it. Since sororities are here to stay, I will explore what they are like and participate in making sure that they serve a useful purpose.

Of course, it has to be mentioned that this isn’t just any sorority. It’s a sorority for Latina women on campus. The existence of such a sorority is usually a big help in attracting Hispanic students to a university. We are in desperate need of more Spanish-speakers around here, and I’d join a Satanic cult or a dog-owners’ association, let alone an innocent little sorority, if I thought it could help in getting more Hispanics join us on campus.

This will give material for many new posts, too.