“Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children's bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.”
When two children stumble across a meadow filled with ring like puddles that transport them to new places entirely, they get to witness the birth of a world, Narnia.
Rereading childhood favorites has been a tough project, as so many stories that I held in such high regard have been toppled from their pedestal when I reread them when I’m older. Fortunately, Narnia kept its childlike wonder, (or at least for most of the books). I remember not particularly enjoying this one when I was young as I thought it the dullest of the series, but now I actually preferred it to some of the others. The imagination of magic puddles and being in all these magical realms really does put one back into a child’s perspective. I also loved witnessing the beginning of the series we all know and love.