Hi all! I’m currently interested in finding a book that isn’t specific to any one religion but almost gives the experience of reading different stories/bible verses? I have no idea if such a thing exists lmao but I figured I’d start with asking here. Thank you in advance for any responses!
by younggreenfoliage
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*Paradise Lost* by John Milton. I bet the guys who wrote the bible wish they could write like Milton.
East of Eden is a retelling of Cane & Able.
Paradise Lost by John Milton may be for you too?
The Red Tent, maybe?
Tolkien’s *Silmarillion* opens with a mythical creation story couched in biblical prose.
Silmarillion
*What Dreams May Come* (1978) by Richard Matheson. The protagonist goes to heaven to find that everyone’s heaven is different. And perhaps some are in hell.
More at [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Dreams_May_Come_(Matheson_novel)](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_Dreams_May_Come_(Matheson_novel))
Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
I came across this when I was looking for someone non-religious that read like Psalms
The Good Book: A Secular Bible, by A.C. Grayling
The Prophet by kahlil gibran.
The Book Of Embraces, by Eduardo Galeano or maybe Love’s Body, by Norman O. Brown
Aesop’s Fables
Brothers Karamazov
Cormac McCarthy will get you there. Blood Meridian in particular.
“It was a lone tree burning on the desert. A heraldic tree that the passing storm had left afire. The solitary pilgrim drawn up before it had traveled far to be here and he knelt in the hot sand and held his numbed hands out while all about in that circle attended companies of lesser auxiliaries routed forth into the inordinate day, small owls that crouched silently and stood from foot to foot and tarantulas and solpugas and vinegarroons and the vicious mygale spiders and beaded lizards with mouths black as a chowdog’s, deadly to man, and the little desert basilisks that jet blood from their eyes and the small sandvipers like seemly gods, silent and the same, in Jeda, in Babylon. A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.”
Cormac McCarthy-Blood Meridian
Braiding sweetgrass