Glenna's Reviews > The God of the Garden: Thoughts on Creation, Culture, and the Kingdom

Beautiful. I'm not sure I'll ever look at trees the same way again. I think every memoirish book needs a lens through which to tell a story, and when I first started reading this book, I wondered if trees could withstand the weight of Peterson's stories. They can. They did.

Peterson is honest without oversharing, which is a tough act when you're a deep thinker and feeler. I read this immediately after finishing Adoring the Dark, and I can't get enough of this type of writing. If anything, these two books urged me to put down anything screen-related, open my eyes to the world around me and put my hand to the plow of creativity and observation. And, The God of the Garden made me love Jesus more, so is there really anything better you can say about a book?
Peterson has always been a wordsmith with his songs. But his books prove that his prose is just as lovely.

(Note: you'll want to get some chickens after reading this. Even if you're 100% not a chicken person, you'll find yourself discussing the actual prospect with your spouse of getting some chickens. You'll talk about the city ordinances [6 chickens per household within city limits], where you would put the coop, how you could keep area foxes out, how many eggs they might produce. All hypothetical questions. [Or maybe not hypothetical. It depends on whether your spouse reads the book after you finished it and put it on his nightstand.] So chickens—be prepared. Or bees. A garden, at least. Or potted plants. Definitely a tree. You've been warned.)