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My mind has been utterly eaten by Narnia. Again,
And I remember how much I love it, how much I've always loved it. I can't remember the first time I heard those stories. By the time I learned memory I already knew them almost by heart. Their utter simplicity. God, I love them. To reread Narnia is, for me, to perfectly remember what it is to be a child.
But of course, innocence never lasts. Enter fic, stage left.
( Ficlet: A Grown-Up Lady )
Because sometimes I have to wonder how exactly Lewis thought that the growing up again thing would work. It gives the children a strange agelessness, an uncertain, fluid status. I want the movie to be good, dammit!
And I remember how much I love it, how much I've always loved it. I can't remember the first time I heard those stories. By the time I learned memory I already knew them almost by heart. Their utter simplicity. God, I love them. To reread Narnia is, for me, to perfectly remember what it is to be a child.
But of course, innocence never lasts. Enter fic, stage left.
( Ficlet: A Grown-Up Lady )
Because sometimes I have to wonder how exactly Lewis thought that the growing up again thing would work. It gives the children a strange agelessness, an uncertain, fluid status. I want the movie to be good, dammit!