Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Are the most comforting thing ever.
With the exception of textbooks, of course. Bleh!

But last night I started rereading "The Screwtape Letters". I had read it once before, a long time ago, and remembered it being very good, but I didn't remember it feeling so much like reading my own thoughts back to myself. There's only 2 other authors I've found that with: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (who wrote "The Brothers Karamazov") and Donald Miller (who wrote "Blue Like Jazz"). C.S. Lewis is probably my favourite author of forever. When I was a kid (and even now when I get the chance) I read the Chronicles of Narnia over and over and over. Then through highschool (and even now when I get the chance) I read the Cosmic Trilogy over and over and over. Just this past while I've found some books of his that are less well-known but are still amazing.
His books are so attractive for me because they blend theory and thought and theology in very subtle ways with fiction and adventure. He is like G.K. Chesterton in that sense. I admit he doesn't have the same wit and humour as Chesterton, but then again I don't agree as absolutely with Chesterton's theories.
Side note about Dostoyevsky: incredibly dark writer. Very much focused on the negative aspects of the human psyche, so he must be taken with a grain of salt if one wants to avoid becoming suicidal. I first read his book "The Double" when I was in a fairly angsty state. I loved it, and still do, but all things considered, I have moved past that moment in time where it resonated with my mind to the extent of lulling it to sleep.

So to promote further sanity, I'm going to finish "The Screwtape Letters" with what time I can afford.

Also, my bio lab was disappointing this week, because a certain character was strangely absent... :( . If my roomie reads this she will snicker. Shut up, you! He's a really nice guy.....


  1. as soon as i get back to e-town in a little over a month and after i have squeezed my cat to death i am hoping in my pimpin car, throwing on some elmira-worthy tunes (whatever they may be) and going to the library and taking out a million books.
    possibly an exaggeration, possibly not.
    and reading them over the break without a care in the world!

  2. was pretty disappointing though...