The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis
Yes, I am well-aware that you folks are sick unto death about hearing about this book. I've been talking about it a lot lately. I'm telling you guys, it is one of the most magical books ever written. I'm currently reading it to my daughter (as if I would let you forget that one, too) for the first time. Bug has never cared about the movie, so she is a complete blank slate when it comes to the book. She does not have Disney's images implanted in her brain. This is all completely new to her, and she is captivated by the Pevensie children - Lucy especially.
There is no way for me to truly describe to you how wonderful it is for me to chaperone Bug's trip through the wardrobe to you. It is almost as if I am discovering the magic of Narnia myself, all over again.Watching her face as the plot unfurls is better than any gift Father Christmas could have pulled out of his bag for me. My child, who never lets me tell stories "from my mouth" (what she calls it), is obsessed with a book that has only very few pictures. It is thrilling.
I promise that I will be leaving Narnia before too much longer, as we have almost finished the book. (I lost most of my voice last week, so we are behind schedule.) Last night, Jadis did her sacrifice to the Old Magic on the Stone Table. Hopefully, by the end of the week*, I will have a daughter who is excited about exploring the magical world of classic children's literature on her own.
Okay, maybe not next week. I'm just ready for her to learn how to read!