The More Real World of the Wonderful
When we have drunk our tea, Mum reads to me. I lie on the cot 
under the army alphabet chart. She reads C.S. Lewis’s The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Lucy is in the land where it will never be summer, snow crunches underfoot. The sultry afternoon, pale with light-washing sun and the faint hum of traffic from the road that passes the police station all wash into the background. I am transported to a cool snowy world with fawns and witches and Peter and Susan and Edmund and Aslan. I shut my eyes and spread myself out so that my sweating skin can cool; the world of Narnia is more real and wonderful than the world I am alive in.
Alexandra Fuller, Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight
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