I’ve been reading some C. S. Lewis lately (though I actually have never read the Narnia books!).  If you haven’t, you really owe it to yourself to do so; start with his autobiography Surprised by Joy.  His writing is incredibly beautiful, honest, and sometimes hilarious.  I read A Grief Observed today and it is probably the most powerful piece about sadness and loss I have ever read.

Of course, he wrote a great deal about his faith, which was a central aspect of his adult life, but that’s nothing against the books.  I find the religious aspects of his books as beautiful and, in some ways, more intimate and powerful than anything else.  Husband has taken to calling me “Little Anglican” half in jest and half in fear that Mr. Lewis will convert me from the grave with his writings - but I don’t think he has anything to worry about.  I can tell the difference between longing to read more about Lewis’ emotional experiences and longing for his religious convictions; besides, after I got out of bed this morning I checked and - no - still an athiest.

In any case, his work can be enjoyed on many levels.  I imagine a Christian will have a greater sense of connection and understanding to these books than I do, but it doesn’t matter.  They are still wonderful.  You should still read them.