Perelandra by C. S. Lewis

This book was almost the reverse of Out of the Silent Planet for me, in which the beginning was dark but the book as a whole was not. In Perelandra, it starts off pretty quietly, with Ransom essentially being supernaturally transported (no actual space travel involved this time) to Perelandra, or Venus, and then about a third of the way through the book, something evil arrives. I personally find this kind of evil, the conniving and sinister type, to be the most disturbing and haunting. But although set in another planet, with wonderfully imaginative world-building, this book is ultimately an exploration of theology. I can't exactly say that I enjoyed the book, but it was intriguing and well done.

Liked the first one much more than I liked this one in the series. I'm still interested to see what the last book of the trilogy holds.

This book broke my brain. But it was very good.

I apparently didn't understand a word of the end of this book. It's so thick of Christianity it's disgusting to me. One more Blessed Be He, and I'll put this book to DNF. (No, there's just a couple more pages left. But no 5 stars.)
And there it came.
Yada yada yada. sigh
It's f-ing worse than Cyrano de Bergerac's death!