- Paperback: 324 pages
- Publisher: Harcourt Brace & Company; First edition (July 9, 1980)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 9780156904360
- ISBN-13: 978-0156904360
- ASIN: 0156904365
- Product Dimensions: 5.3 x 0.9 x 8 inches
- Shipping Weight: 11.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
- Average Customer Review: 607 customer reviews
- Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #226,501 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold Paperback – July 9, 1980
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This is a book I would highly recommend to anyone, at any stage of spiritual development. It tackles tough questions about belief in something more than the material, the problem of pain in our world, the dichotomy of the human heart needing both logic and emotion...I could go on and on.
But the main character drives the themes! She is a flawed character -- highly flawed -- but because her flaws are realistic and relatable, she is also a sympathetic character and the things that happen around her give her narration credibility, even as she revels herself to be an untrustworthy narrator.
In many ways, the novel is a fictional exploration of the deep ideas that Lewis touches on in many of his non-fiction works (Mere Christianity, The Problem with Pain, and especially The Four Loves). But it is much, much more than that. I consider this to be C.S. Lewis' best novel and, more than being my favorite novel by Lewis, the best novel I have ever read.
• To love, and to lose what we love, are equally things appointed for our nature.
• There is a love deeper than theirs who seek only the happiness of their beloved.
• There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.
• I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?