My argument begins in the most cliché of fashion, I grew up a Christian home-schooler reading the Chronicles of Narnia for the first time at a pretty young age. It was a rainy November day and my mom had built a fire in the fireplace. We were only supposed to read one chapter of The Last Battle, just one, and then I needed to do my math lesson. But this book started off so differently than the others, the little foolish Donkey, Puzzle, and the manipulative Gorilla, Shift, were weaving a strange web that felt unfamiliar in Narnia, it was darker and bleaker than the others, I couldn’t stop until I knew how it ended. My mom relented and we spent the entire day reading the book. I think it was the first book I cried over, and it remains to be one of those few books that I still cry over today.
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