Lucy Pevensie pushes open the door of the Starbucks and is blown back by a flurry of snow. Beyond the door is a dimly lit clearing; the ground is soft and white and the only source of light is a tall, dark lamppost. Beyond the lamppost is a faun with two coffee cups. He holds one out to Lucy, who takes it. Linking arms, they set off together into the evening snow.
namesnotfred says, “Until I was 14 I had never heard of Narnia,and was given them a gift after the wake of 9/11. In my heart as I read them, I was truly very much Lucy - I wanted all my imaginations to be real, and for my grandparents to stop remembering the last time a nationality had been targeted by the public as the ‘enemy’. (Last time, it was ours). It took me two years to read all the books, and by the time I was 16 I had become like Susan. I’ve learned since then to accept that.”
Anon says, “My Mum passed away when I was a kid and one of the things I’ve always treasured the most is an old set of Narnia books she had, I always identified the most with Lucy.”
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