In C.S. Lewis’s Till We Have Faces, the princess Orual sees her beloved sister taken from her, and suffers a transformation by which she learns to love well. This retelling of a Greek myth is particularly resonant to me because Orual’s questions about who to trust and where to find identity parallel my own. Orual, writing as the narrator, is articulate, affected, and thoughtful. But she is also anguished and self-absorbed.

Till We Have Faces is a compelling story that asserts to me that healing for our disconnection from God and from people is possible.

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