After reading my enthusiastic review of Blue Like Jazz, a friend generously let me borrow her copy of another of Donald Miller’s books. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years was to be my vacation read, but I never dreamed I would finish it (yes, FINISH IT) in three days. The writer in me loved it. The introspective analyst in me loved it. The word nerd in me…yes. Loved it.
It was so, so good.
In this one of his books, Miller writes about a period of aimless wandering in his life. This was a period that, for all outward appearances, should have been one of the best in his life but, for different reasons, left him feeling depressed and lost. As his memoir was being made into a movie, he was forced to look at his life in a new way, and to make a decision about how he wanted the rest of his story to play out.
With relevant examples and stories that make you want to invite him over for coffee, Miller describes his journey from meaninglessness to living a provocative story. Reading about his story – or, as he puts it, his lack of story – cannot help but make you look closely at your own life and the story it tells. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I finished it the other day.
My only complaint? That I didn’t read a copy of my own, so I could scribble and write in the margins at will. I’ll probably be getting my own copy, and reading it again. And again.
And probably again.
It’s just that good.
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