The Screwtape Letters by CS Lewis
I dream of one day being able to see the small ironies that make up human existence with the clarity with which CS Lewis does.
I dream of one day being able to see the small ironies that make up human existence with the clarity with which CS Lewis does.
What a pleasure, to get to read this book as I drifted off to sleep each night, my eyes slowly closing, my mind wandering off, carried by the turbulent eddies of this story into my own fantastical dreams.
Yes, it was too long, but I have read longer books and enjoyed them. This one was too long because it spent like 400 pages wallowing in some neckbeard power fantasy.
It was like reading an annotated, pared-down anthology of the top cancer papers of the past 100 years.
I have an insane level of respect for Tamsyn Muir for being able to do this in a fantasy/sci-fi without making anything feel tokenized.
This book ripped the door right off my temple and has brought into full view the grinding paradox that I have been blithely skipping around on my way through the rat race.