I didn't read nearly as many books this summer as I thought I would, but I did find one book that I can recommend.
The City of Ember, by Jeanne Duprau, really held my family's interest. We listened to this one on the long drive to visit my family, and all of us were riveted. It's the story of Doon and Lina, two children who live in a decaying city lit only by artificial light. Not much is known about how Ember began or how it will survive now that the lights have begun flickering. Ember's residents only know that The Builders made things as they are and put a plan in place years ago to provide for future residents' needs. Now those provisions are dwindling, and fear and doubt plague the city. Lina finds a mysterious message that is quickly damaged by her baby sister before it can be read, so Lina enlists the help of Doon to decipher the instructions she is certain The Builders left behind for future residents to see. Is there another place out there besides Ember? Will the city soon be left in total darkness? Can Lina and Doon find a way to help the citzens of Ember before it is too late? This book really kept us on the edge of our seats. The sequel,
The People of Sparks, was also a good page-turner, but the first book was by far the best.
The book led to a pretty interesting discussion with my nine-year-old. At first, J felt certain that a Christian must have written
The City of Ember, because he noticed parallels between our belief in Jesus' eventual return and the Emberites' hope that The Builders would one day come and rescue them. However, J did notice that The Builders never left a Bible for the citizens of Ember or told them anything about Jesus. The more we talked, the more I saw his wheels turning, and eventually he came to the realization that perhaps the author was writing a satire about Christianity versus the human condition (my words, not his, but that's what he was getting at). J decided that maybe the author was trying to say that believing in God is useless and that if we ever need help, we have to rely on ourselves. I honestly don't know if that was Ms. Duprau's intent, but it's a logical conclusion to reach. I was pleased that my son was able to read the book critically and draw such parallels with the world around him. I was also pleased to see that he felt compassion for a world without Christ (even a fictional one) and wanted to pray for the author.