The Christy Awards Gala came and went (and life flew by for me—did anyone miss the lack of a Monday post these past two weeks?) I’ve got two books underway and hope to have a new review up in seven days (ah, the troubles of a book reviewer who also happens to be a slow reader!) That said, the Christy award winners might be a good place to find something new in Christian fiction to enjoy. Here are some of my first thoughts and impressions about the winning entries.
Everyone has wanted an invitation at one time or another. As a child, maybe some of you watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and wondered what it would be like to find a golden ticket. Or perhaps you waited expectantly for your best friend to call you over for a sleepover.
A few days ago I received an email…
YOU ARE INVITED: Two events honoring Christian fiction on November 7in Nashville
The Evangelical Christian Publishers Association is hosting their annual Christy Award Gala as well as an Art of Writing Conference, and I was asked to attend!
Granted, I think this email is generically sent out to hundreds of book reviewers who express interest, and it’s not even free ($99 for both events) but I still had a little bit of child-like wonder opening up that email and imagining what it would be like to go.
If you haven’t heard of the Christy Awards before, they are given out each year to recognize novels of excellence written from a Christian worldview. Like the Academy Awards only for fiction written with a Christian worldview, various new books are nominated each year in different categories (romance, historical, suspense, etc.) and the winners in each division are announced at the Christy Awards ceremony. This year’s featured speakers include Francine Rivers and Charles Martin, bestselling authors–among others.
While I don’t really think I’ll be able to spend money on tickets to Nashville next month, I will be very excited to see which books are finalists (and which ones win.) I’ve been known to look through lists from past years (take a look at wikipedia’s here, covering 2000-2014) to get reading inspiration. My Hands Came Away Red is just one of the great books I’ve discovered!
Will you be going to the Christy Gala? Would you want to?
Cousin Albert held out his hand for the photograph. I swallowed and gave it to him. There were two letters in the envelope; one I knew to be Emily’s writing. I looked away. If the other was from Ma I couldn’t bear it. I’d prayed for a letter from her for nearly a year. That Cousin Albert should have both a letter and a photograph, when I had neither, made me hate him. And then I hated myself. What was I thinking, grudging a dying man the only air he wanted?