I spent the weekend in Narnia. Only one book to go. I swear I dreamed about centaurs and talking hedgehogs last night.
My favorite book of the series was The Horse and His Boy. I liked it better than The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, maybe because it was new to me, or maybe because it had a more limited cast of characters. Plus, who can resist a stuck-up talking horse?
That was my favorite book. My favorite part, however, was this dedication, at the beginning of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
My Dear Lucy,
I wrote this story for you, but when I began it I had not realized that girls grow quicker than books. As a result you are already too old for fairy tales, and by the time it is printed and bound you will be older still. But some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again. You can then take it down from some upper shelf, dust it, and tell me what you think of it. I shall probably be too deaf to hear, and too old to understand, a word you say, but I shall still be your affectionate Godfather,
Doesn’t that just make you wish you were Lucy, with the coolest Godfather in the world?