Finding Magic Again
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe is coming to the big screen this November, and of course, I have to read the books before the movie comes out. I’m really excited about the movie, when I saw the preview I felt a little pang in my heart. I think this movie is going to wash out the bad taste that the annoying Lucy left in my mouth from the PBS version. Not that I’m not appreciative, I just found her really annoying. She didn’t annoy me in the books, and the movie looks like it’s not going to disappoint.
I have such fond memories of the book. I was probably in second grade when I started reading them, and my father had bought me the whole boxed set to read. Loved the books so much, and it’s because of the Narnia books that I fell in love with reading. These books made me believe that worlds outside of our own existed, worlds where centaurs, talking animals, and magic were not impossibilities. My world was as big as my imagination. ‘The Last Battle’ was the first book that ever made me cry.
That boxed set has been passed around to God knows how many people, and finally after more than a decade, the book came back into Fatima’s possession. After she breezed through the first 3 books she passed them on to me and I began the first, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.
My memory is horrible. I can watch a movie multiple times and it will always feel like the first time. The same thing goes for books. So to read this book after more than 2 decades was just like touching on a memory that is on the edge of my consciousness.
It was strange to reconnect with these characters again, the 4 children - Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy, the evil, cold Witch, the incredible and noble Aslan. Its like seeing friends that you grew up with who you haven’t seen since you were a child.
I never realized when I first read the book the whole parallel with the story of Christ, yet it’s so obvious now. C.S. Lewis was a pretty crafty storyteller - the book isn’t long, only a couple hundred pages in large print. But within that short span you grow to love these characters. Aslan the Lion only speaks a few sentences and appears in the middle of the book, but you find yourself loving him as much as the children in the book do.
I’m devouring these books right now like a drug. I’m feeling like a kid again, and all the troubles and worries of the past few weeks have been slowly been melting away as I lose myself, once again, in my childhood land of magic.












