I'm going through a little bit of withdrawal.  I have read such a string of wonderful books-- The Wednesday Wars, Waiting for Snow in Havana, Til We Have Faces, Amazing Grace (and others)-- that I'm feeling a little glum as I'm not in the middle of one right now.  (The last book I picked up was a disappointment.)

Our book group discussion this month was on Til We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis.  I am surprised it's not more well-known, because it is a stunning book on many levels.  Unlike the Narnia books, this is not allegorical, but it tells a powerful story about faith.

He retells the Cupid and Psyche myth, here set in a pagan culture contemporary with ancient Greece.  The narrator is Psyche's sister, and the book is her complaint against the gods.  The narrator is so compelling, so human, that I found myself following her flawed thinking multiple times, until she-- and I-- were corrected. 

This is a book on which I'll be chewing for some time to come.

• Post A Comment! • Send to a Friend!