Yesterday, the kids and I hit up a HUGE local consignment sale. Not only did I score some great deals for Miles’ summer clothing needs, but I found something spectacular.
The entire box set of The Chronicles of Narnia. But not just any box set. It was the twin to the box set I grew up with, minus the wear and tear of a family of avid readers. The old covers from the 70s and the paper yellowed around the corners were exactly how I remembered.
The only thing that varied from my memories was that the pages weren’t falling out and all the books still all fit in the box case. Which means that the books were never taken out of the box case, to be enjoyed, read, thumbed through, and dreamed about. I can’t imagine having these books in my house and not reading them! I spent hours reading them and then reenacting favorite scenes during my imaginary games.
I don’t have a favorite book in the series. Each title holds its own and has a special place in my memory. However, The Last Battle was the least read in my childhood because I wanted to live in denial that the land of Narnia ever came to an end.
I can’t wait until I can share my love of all things Narnia with my children. I’m looking forward to the day that I croak out, “I’ve read aloud enough. My throat is sore and my mouth is dry.” and the kids quickly offer me a glass of water to keep on through at least the next chapter.
My mom was such a trooper to do that for us.