“How about watching The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?” a friend’s mother suggested when I was about eleven.
I giggled. “What a funny name! What is that?”
“You mean you haven’t read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe?” Eyes wide open in amazement.
And that is how I came to watch the old BBC movie before I read the book. I was so taken with it that as soon as the movie got over and I went to ‘play’ in the evening, I told my sister and my bestest friend the whole story, bit by bit.
Even now, when I reread the book, the impression of the movie was so powerful that I read Jadis’s voice exactly like the movie I watched when I was eleven.
“How dare you come alone?”
“Turkish Delight for my little prince?”
“You… Fool…!”
What a powerful movie! What a grand book!
I’ve finished rereading The Magician’s Nephew and The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. The Silver Chair, here I come!
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