Last week I discovered a used book that offered some new delights. I found a copy of All My Road Before Me: The Diary of C.S. Lewis 1922-1927. Despite the fact that I have read nearly all of C.S. Lewis's books, I had no idea this one existed. This is, of course, an early glimpse of C.S. Lewis when he was in high school and college.
After a quick perusal of this book, I realized that Lewis was concerned with academic pursuits, writing papers, discussing philosophy with friends. When I was in high school and college I was most concerned with shooting hoops and writing weird tales. I was working hard to keep Becky from stalking me. Thank God we didn't have cell phones in those days, she would have called me incessantly.
Like Lewis, I have my own journals. But I can't imagine publishing them. I doubt people would be interested in knowing how much licorice I ate on August 20, 1979, or if I found that Cracker Jack ring on September 4, 1980.
I'll keep my journals stashed in the bookshelf and save the world this sneak peek. If I want to read about a real life, I'll keep reading Lewis's diary.
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