Jun 28, 2024
Thinking about the time when I was about ten and listened to audiobook cassette tapes to fall asleep.
For some reason, I only had chapter fourteen of the lion, the witch and the wardrobe.
For most people, I think that would ruin the story somewhat but BOY HOWDY did I enjoy listening to the ritualistic execution of a talking lion without any fucking context.
Eventually the movie came out and I realised that my favourite short story was actually part of a larger plot.
Has that been one of the greatest influences of my own writing and general tastes in literature for the rest of my life? Who can say.
