TK's Blog

If, say, anyone wanted to buy me Neil Gaiman's The Problem of Susan I would be much obliged. Same goes for The Man Who Was Magic.

Off the top of my head, I'd like to say that SP's fault seemed to be less sexual maturity and more female vanity.

Which is, obviously, a double standard, seeing as how Lewis doesn't really tackle the male equivalent as harshly- Uncle Andrew's an example of a time when he does in my opinion, but he meets no fate as horrible as Susan's.

Anyway, I recommend anyone who read the Chronicles of Narnia as a child to revisit them. Step past the 'jolly good shows' and it's a very warm-and-fuzzy making feeling. It's a very odd kind of nostalgia, to read and rediscover these books post puberty, but my inner child's clearly still there and he loves the occasional massage (errr... that didn't sound dodgy at all!). Plus C.S. Lewis describes meals amazingly, and knows exactly what I mean when I say I like my sausages a little bit burnt.
In fact, everyone, go dig out the first real book you remember loving. No one need know, whether it's a Narnia book, or a Famous Five or whatever. Just go back to it, and try and suspend your adult disbelief for a bit. Go on.

Hope you all have an absolutely corking time old chaps. Cheerio!