I would have to agree TB
Lewis lost his beloved wife to cancer, and it was his pain of that loss that I read in the store when I bought the book, thinking that his passion was based on that.
I crave the vulnerability of writers who have suffered battles of silent despair but won the war on their dignity and love deep, love hard, in spite of their deep emotional wounds. THAT is what is real...Our own personal stories of hell and triumph against all odds is not an illusion.