Here's the thing. I can't actually believe I'm reading the Chronicles of Narnia for the first time at twenty-two years old. I feel like most people read these in third grade, even if they don't get all the religious aspects of it. And the thing is...I'm absolutely loving it! C. S. Lewis sometimes has that A. A. Milne feel in his writing. Like, at various points in The Horse and His Boy, he talks directly to the reader, something I appreciate. (Side note: I'm a huge fan of breaking the fourth wall...in any medium.)

What I don't understand is why I feel like this is such an exciting book so far. It is! Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love reading it, but if I listed off the events up until page ninety-three or so, it doesn't sound too interesting. You should probably take that with a grain of salt, however. We are talking about the girl who thought that some book about some dorky kid finding out he's a wizard, going to wizard school, and having to retrieve a magical stone was going to be dumb. Oh, twelve year old me. How foolish I was.

Anyway, I haven't actually read any of the book today since I've been nursing my work related wound :(

To Narnia and the North!