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  <read_at>Wed Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2003</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[A long time ago, I came across a story that my grandmother recommended.  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I definitely hadn’t expected to read what would become my favorite book.  The story begins as many do, giving background on the area that will provide the setting for our tale, a history as reference, but quickly catches up with the main characters and the supporting cast. And we quickly learn of <strong>Johnny</strong> and <strong>Owen Meany</strong>, two friends who forge an eternal bond despite their obvious mismatches - physical, social, cultural and religious differences. And a tragic consequence of a baseball game.<br/><br/><strong>GOD HAS TAKEN YOUR MOTHER. MY HANDS WERE THE INSTRUMENT. GOD HAS TAKEN MY HANDS. I AM GOD'S INSTRUMENT.</strong><br/><br/>Big words for an eleven-year old who can almost sit in his friend's lap. But Owen is so self-assured that whether John believes him or not, he knows that there is something special about Owen. They all know that there is something different, but no one but Johnny knows how different - or special - Owen really is.<br/><br/>Through their years together, Owen grows closer to Johnny than a simple friend: He becomes a brother, an aide in the search for Johnny's unnamed father, an influence that will guide Johnny's throughout his life. From helping to search for the identity of Johnny's father to keeping him out of the Vietnam war, Owen has written the script for Johnny's life although Johnny never realizes it until the end of the story - only then does he know that Owen knew the script for his own life as well, but never revealed it.<br/><br/>Each action in his short life was a test to help him fulfill the one part of his destiny that he couldn't see - the final act. Johnny faithfully helps Owen in these tasks, things that he can't possibly know the reasons for. But to Owen, even Johnny's mother's death had a purpose. Everything had a purpose to Owen. Even if he was the only one to seem to know why things happened the way they did.<br/><br/><strong>He had sunk the shot in under four seconds!<br/>&quot;YOU SEE WHAT A LITTLE FAITH CAN DO?&quot; said Owen Meany. The brain-damaged janitor was applauding. &quot;SET THE CLOCK TO THREE SECONDS!&quot; Owen told him.<br/>&quot;Jesus Christ!&quot; I said.<br/>&quot;IF WE CAN DO IT IN UNDER FOUR SECONDS, WE CAN DO IT IN UNDER THREE,&quot; he said. &quot;IT JUST TAKES A LITTLE MORE FAITH.&quot;<br/>&quot;It takes more practice,&quot; I told him irritably.<br/>&quot;FAITH TAKES PRACTICE,&quot; said Owen Meany</strong><br/><br/>Irving uses Owen Meany to analyze faith, not only as in a single religion sense, spirituality as a whole. Despite everything that he endures, Owen Meany never loses his faith, his knowledge that he is an INSTRUMENT OF GOD, as he reminds Johnny on many occasions. It is this faith, through the threat of expulsion, through the lean &amp; hard teen years, and into his enlistment into the army, that keeps Owen going, knowing that he has a mission that he has to fulfill, and not much time to do it. Along the way, he changes Johnny, filling him with confidence and self-reliance and even religion, infusing all of those characteristics that Owen has an abundance of and is loathe to leave behind.<br/><br/>Irving's narrative is uniquely captivating, as is the way that he chooses to depict characters, to breath life into them. Although Owen and Johnny are by far the main characters, they live among a expansive cast, who all have their own place in this tapestry. Owen touches everyone in some small way, leading up to his grand fulfillment.<br/><br/><em>A Prayer for Owen Meany</em> is one of my favorite books, and many other's that I have lent it to have found a fondness for the story as well. Owen grabs you the way he grabs the other characters in the novel. There is something so strong, so compelling about him that you have to find out what is going to happen. <br/><br/><strong>&quot;NOW I KNOW WHY YOU HAD TO BE HERE,&quot; Owen said to me. &quot;DO YOU SEE WHY?&quot; he asked me.<br/>&quot;Yes,&quot; I said.<br/>&quot;REMEMBER ALL OF OUR PRACTICING?&quot; he asked me.<br/>&quot;I remember,&quot; I said.</strong><br/><br/>And you will remember it, too.]]></body>
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