I mentioned in my previous post that novels of the fantasy genre is simply not my cup of tea. I could hardly go past page 20 of Lord of The Rings, and I am really struggling to finish The Chronicles of Narnia. With Narnia, I wanted to give up, to just chuck the book back into the shelves and continue reading Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children (of which I have taken a peep into and reached page 9 within half an hour or so). But this year 2009 I am determined to not leave any books half-read. No matter how difficult, how tempting it could be, I shall stay with a book which I have picked up to its very last page.
Well, my effort seems to pay off. Finally I am getting into the world of Talking Beasts. Yesterday when I was finishing Chapter Eleven of Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy, I seem to have stricken a moment of “Ahhh…”
“I was the lion.” And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.” (C.S. Lewis. The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and his Boy, Chapter Eleven. New York: HarperCollins Publishers, 2005. p281)
To those who are familiar with the central theme behind Chronicles of Narnia, you would have been able to guess who the lion represents. Even if you are not familiar with it, if you have read the book and followed through the story, a little bit of deep thought would give you the answer.
This book is not too bad after all.