Till We Have Faces. It’s easily Lewis’s best fiction. A powerful portrayal of the devouring nature of love that has gone astray, I was overwhelmed at my own lack of identity as a result of sin. “We cannot face the gods until we have faces.”
2. One book that you have read more than once:
Plato’s Symposium (noticing a theme here?). A masterful critique of homosexuality and a deeply insightful examination on the nature of desire.
Sheldon Van Auken’s A Severe Mercy An extraordinary tale of passion and loss, Van Auken’s poetic prose is moving. His chapter “The Deathly Snows,” wherein he tells of the death of his wife, had me sobbing in Oxford’s Botanical Gardens. The tourists thought I was a bit off. This is going to be made into a movie, which is dangerous.
A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov. It’s the only book that has elicited such a visceral reaction out of me. I threw it up against the wall, as I was so disgusted by the author’s vivid portrayal of the “hero” Pechorin. It’s a great book, though. Really.