(From The New York Times.)
As some of you may already know, I've gone on a bit of a Narnia kick. (Okay, fine, maybe a lot of a Narnia kick.) I love Narnia. I adore Narnia. I think Narnia's wonderful. However, as much as I love the books/movies, I do have some...confessions to make about them.
Confession #1: Narnia depresses the hell out of me.
Well, the books/movies with the Pevensie kids, anyway. (The Horse and His Boy was pretty depressing too, if I remember correctly.) When watching the movies, I boo hoo every time the Pevensies have to leave Narnia, usually about when Lucy gives her BFF for that story a hug -- in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, it was Mr. Tumnus; in Prince Caspian, it was Trumpkin; and in Voyage Of the Dawn Treader, it was Reepicheep. The thought of Peter and Susan not returning to Narnia after Prince Caspian, and the same for Lucy and Edmund after Voyage Of the Dawn Treader is horrible. Trying to imagine how much they'd miss it is worse.
Confession #2: I haven't read all seven books.
I start off all gung ho with The Magician's Nephew, love The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, get semi-depressed with The Horse and His Boy, and slow down considerably as I soldier on through Prince Caspian and Voyage Of the Dawn Treader. Then I run out of steam (or possibly get too depressed since the Pevensies aren't there anymore and can never return) and store my seven-in-one paperback out of sight for a good while. I forget about it after some time, till something triggers my love for Narnia again and I dig the book back out. Feeling ambitious, I decide to start from the very beginning, since I'm bound to have forgotten some vital bits of information that might cause me to not fully appreciate the later books. Repeat process. Repeat process. Repeat process.
I got this from last year's MPH warehouse sale for RM15. Hee hee hee.
(From Faraway Nearby Books.)
Confession #3: I used to think Janie was mad for ranking Skandar Keynes higher than William Moseley and Ben Barnes in the looks department, but now I kinda see what she means.
Okay, I'm sorry, that is a terrible screencap of Ben. Here's a non-movie picture of him.
Bah. It's a phase, yes, but one that comes and goes. I don't know if it'll ever really go away, seeing as how I still love it as much as I did when I first found out about it (which is more than I can say for a lot of other phases). But, you know, it's good literature, and there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy if I'm going to be reading fiction. I guess I wouldn't really mind if I entered adulthood still a fan of Narnia. After all, it could be much worse...
Imagine if I entered adulthood still a fan of Twilight.