The Magician's Nephew: The Creation of Narnia and the Coming of Evil
The last time I read The Magician’s Nephew was thirty years ago. Before I sat down to read, I tried to bring to mind all the things I could remember, and I was surprised by how many there were: Aslan singing, the Wood Between Worlds, the witch grabbing Polly’s hair (yes, okay, that one is on the cover of my edition). I had a vague memory of the rings, and of Strawberry coming into Narnia, as well as the illness of Digory’s mother and the adventure to get the apples. When I finally started reading, I was delighted by the relatively straightforward adventure, the piercing commentary on t...