I was an headstrong and obstinate bookish child, much to my parents' chagrin. They tried to do their best by me and my brother and sister, reading to us every night, encouraging in a us a great love of books, but unfortunately failed in one respect when it came to me: Narnia. For some reason, I thought I was too good for Narnia as a kid (I still cannot even fathom why I thought this). I was probably around seven or eight when my dad was reading the series to my brother, and I wanted nothing to do with it; for years I scorned the books. *Cries tears of shame*
So fast forward about twelve years: I am in my first year of college and something comes over me. I pick up a complete set of the Chronicles of Narnia and I realize they needed to be read. By me. FINALLY.
Fast forward about five years and The Chronicles of Narnia is one of my favorite series of books ever. I truly do not understand how I let myself be deprived of them for so long, and why? Because as a kid I wanted to be independent? I wanted to choose my own books to read? What a weirdo, eight-year-old self.
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is probably my favorite book of the series (isn't it everyone's favorite book of the series?). It is so full of magic and delight and imagery that I can't get out of my head. My Baby's Guide to The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe is ten pages long, with an infographic about the marvelous CS Lewis, memorable quotes from the story, and some prominent symbols.
I hope to do a better job with my son than my parents did with me: I will force him to love Narnia if it kills me, and this baby book is the first step of my indoctrination. No child should be deprived!
Be on the lookout for Baby's Guide to The Chronicles of Narnia! I hope to get it designed and in the works soon.