Till We Have Faces

Till We Have Faces
by C.S. Lewis
Published 1956

A morbidly fascinating book.. It sent shivers down my spine sometimes.. but I still couldn't put it down.

The retelling of the age-old story of psyche and cupid.. bla bla everyone knows it.. the two jealous sisters, psyche and the lamp .. and yet its different because this book looks at it from the point of view of one of the jealous sisters (Orual)

Initially I hated Orual. . She was annoying throughout the book... whether it was manipulating Psyche, or being mad at the Gods... I thought she was childish and selfish and .. well.. a bitch.. She was forever trying to excuse all her stupid behaviour by reiterating the fact that she was Ugly.. and blaming the Gods ( any God.. every single God in fact )and after finishing the book.. well ... I still hate her... I don't pity her one bit..

Psyche was a little too perfect ..she didn't mind that her cowardly father wanted to kill her or that her other stupid sister (redival) betrayed her and carried tales to the house of Ungit.. (and she didn't hate that stupid priest?geez) and she should've let Orual stab herself to death... I would have.

This book was gory in some places.. very medieval feel with frequent sacrifices and graphic descriptions of the ugliness of Ungit, her horrible temple and the smells (don't eat while reading it) And yet... it was so interesting because you seldom read a children's book this.. dark. (maybe it wasn't a childrens book)

"how can we meet the gods face to face till we have faces?"