![]() I loved the Narnia books - they were my all-time favourite books - and so I confidently expected I would love this book too. My eye fell upon a novel called Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold by C.S. I remember one year, when I was about twelve, lying on the floor in their living-room and looking through the bookshelves in search of something to read. ![]() ![]() When I was a little girl, I spent many a long summer holiday with my great-aunts in the seaside town of Merewether, about an hour's drive north of my hometown of Sydney. ![]() Set against the backdrop of Glome, a barbaric, pre-Christian world, the struggles between sacred and profane love are illuminated as Orual learns that we cannot understand the intent of the gods "till we have faces" and sincerity in our souls and selves. Much to Orual's frustration, Psyche is loved by Cupid, the god of love himself, setting the troubled Orual on a path of moral development. This is the story of Orual, Psyche's embittered and ugly older sister, who possessively and harmfully loves Psyche. Lewis reworks the classical myth of Cupid and Psyche into an enduring piece of contemporary fiction. ![]() In this timeless tale of two mortal princesses- one beautiful and one unattractive- C.S. ![]()
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