Quick story: I was given the Narnia books as a present for my eighth birthday and let’s just say that my eight-year-old self was totally underdeveloped and unprepared for the density of Lewis’s high fantasy world. Sure, I’d read Harry Potter, but Harry Potter felt accessible to me in a way that Narnia wasn’t. So twenty pages into The Magician’s Nephew (not realizing it might’ve been better to dive into The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe first), I left Narnia behind me.
Fast forward into high school, where I tried to read The Hobbit. I was still a die hard Harry Potter fan and had become a voracious reader and I figured I should read into this Tolkien fellow that everyone was talking about. It seems I hadn’t gained much more patience in the years since I attempted Narnia and got–you guessed it–roughly twenty pages in before I threw in the towel.
Cut to present day: I’m a twenty-four-year-old grad student studying writing popular fiction and in my Fantasy Classics class, we have to read–again, you guessed it! You’re such a clever cookie–Narnia and The Hobbit. Good old Tolkien & Lewis.
So what’s the verdict? How have I tackled these classics now, all these years later?Continue reading