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Till We Have Faces (Lewis)
4/5 (reread) - This was pre-yuletide reading, in the sense that someone's DYW prompt reminded me I wanted to read this again (it's actually been on my to-reread list for ages). Oh, this book. I think it's C.S. Lewis' best work, if only because from time to time he forgets that he's doing Christian apologetics and immerses himself in the story, and because I suspect it speaks to a deep and dark part of his own soul.
Because what I loved so much about it this time around (and what made me dislike it the first time I read it, as a teenager) is that -- I am Orual. All the pettiness and insecurity and jealousies and -- everything that Orual hates about herself -- Well. I like to think a lot of the edges of these things have been smoothed over by time and age and maturity and things like that. But there is a deep and dark part of me that recognizes Orual in a frighteningly immediate way.
(Also, speaking of yuletide, if you would like yuletide recs, I've posted them here. I am listening to Turandot right now, not a coincidence :) :) )
ETA: And here.
Because what I loved so much about it this time around (and what made me dislike it the first time I read it, as a teenager) is that -- I am Orual. All the pettiness and insecurity and jealousies and -- everything that Orual hates about herself -- Well. I like to think a lot of the edges of these things have been smoothed over by time and age and maturity and things like that. But there is a deep and dark part of me that recognizes Orual in a frighteningly immediate way.
(Also, speaking of yuletide, if you would like yuletide recs, I've posted them here. I am listening to Turandot right now, not a coincidence :) :) )
ETA: And here.