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Feature: Pastime Pleasures #16

Welcome to my  feature, Pastime Pleasures, posted every other Friday. Here I will look at books that have given me great pleasure in the past. These are books I can read over and over again. 233 more words

Fiction

On the Wrong Side of Aslan

“And now of course you want to know what had happened to Edmund. He had eaten his share of the dinner, but he hadn’t really enjoyed it because he was thinking all the time about Turkish Delight – and there’s nothing that spoils the taste of good ordinary food half so much as the memory of bad magic food… (And) the mention of Aslan gave him a mysterious and horrible feeling just as it gave the others a mysterious and lovely feeling… 233 more words

Books

Aslan Moving and the Witch Weakening

“And on the sledge sat a person whom everyone knew the moment they set eyes on him. He was a huge man in a bright red robe (bright as hollyberries) with a hood that had fur inside it and a great white beard that fell like a foamy waterfall over his chest. 155 more words

Books

The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe: Fast Facts

Mental Floss has posted 16 facts about C. S. Lewis’s The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. I’m pretty sure I knew most of them, but do check out the recipe for Turkish delight (warning: may contain evil).

Sighted Elsewhere

Books from Childhood - No.9 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis

This book is so much a part of my childhood that I cannot remember even roughly when I read it. I have just always read it; I feel as if I was born having already read this book. 342 more words

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Satan’s Welcome

(Upon Edmund arriving at the White Witch’s castle.)

“”I will tell Her Majesty,” said the Wolf. “Meanwhile, stand still on the threshold, as you value your life.” Then it vanished into the house. 198 more words

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Heaven on earth

There are times when I think about heaven. I don’t think it’s a place where God is casually sitting on His throne, just watching the breeze blow away as chubby cherubs daydream on passing clouds. 467 more words

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