A man whom I greatly respect once told me that he no longer asks people what they like to read. He prefers to ask them what books they re-read. Orthodoxy is perhaps the only book I have read as often as Mere Christianity. At times I even reticently admit that I think G.K. Chesterton a better writer than C.S. Lewis. For so often I find that the quips I love from Lewis are the ones he borrowed from Chesterton. I doubt any writer will ever surpass the love I feel for Lewis. But if you ask me whose whimsy I would like to imitate in my own writing I am more likely to say "The Apostle of Common Sense" (as Chesterton has come to be known). Orthodoxy is a personal account of how he came to believe in Christianity. He describes himself as inventing a religion only to find that it was already invented, and it could be found in The Apostles' Creed. He is like a man set on a journey to find New Wales who by a miscalculation arrives at Old Wales. Once again he is compared to a man drawing up plans for a new cathedral only to rush outside and find his cathedral built and sparkling in her towering glory. His writing combines logic with poetry, wit with wisdom. Every chapter feels like a magic adventure and each paragraph feels like a punch-line. When you finish this book you may not believe in God, but you may at least begin to wonder whether you *could* believe in faeries.