Here’s the thing, when I was a couple of years younger than I am now, I recieved a book as a gift. This book was The Magicians Nephew, by C.S Lewis. Yes, I thought. This is going to be fun!
Little did I know that there was going to be a creepy old man, that would scare the crap out of me. I’m serious, I just couldn’t finish it.
So why don’t I just read it now, you might wonder. Truth be told….I don’t know :/. I’ve wanted to read the books about Narnia for basically 6-8 years (I think), and I just can’t get myself to read them. I piss myself off sometimes….
I’m not sure which one I should start with, though :/. I guess it’s The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe…