It was my 43rd birthday yesterday and I’m working on a 101 Goals in 1001 Days project, one section of which is daily goals to strive for. One goal is logging books immediately after I read them, since otherwise they pile up and I still never “catch up.”
C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength, 1946. Prompted by seeing The Golden Compass, which which I see many parallels even though Pullman vociferously denounces Lewis and tries to set himself up as the opposite. Mark Studdock has no redeeming qualities at all, at least until 2/3 of the way through the book. It’s a flawed book but still I come back to it quite frequently. B