C.S. Lewis always had a way placing characters representing different "truths" into situations and letting their truths work themselves out through such intense yet honest, innocent dialogue. Perelandra was like that. It has been a long time since I've ready any of his books. I think That Hideous Strength was the last.
C.S. Lewis always had a way placing characters representing different "truths" into situations and letting their truths work themselves out through such intense yet honest, innocent dialogue. Perelandra was like that. It has been a long time since I've ready any of his books. I think That Hideous Strength was the last.
Well, when you finish whichever novel you've got going now, you might give Till We Have Faces a go.