Yes, That Is Where The Magician's Nephew Comes

In another instalment of “things I didn’t realize I had strong feelings about until now”, I have tracked down a copy of the mid-1970s Puffin boxset of The Chronicles of Narnia for Maeryn when she’s older. Having examined a bunch of more recent versions, I discovered I had a yearning for her to read the same edition that I did; titles in Helvetica, interior text in the classic Linotype Granjon typeface that even now throws me back to being six years old. And, you know, the spines are in decent shape for a set of seven books that were published fifty years ago.

(I’ll take Lewis and even Blyton over Rowling every time, by the way…but if Maeryn really does need to read English Boarding School stories, I absolutely have plans for that)

Also this week: I officially know too much Bluey lore, and I have a few questions about what conflict Rusty’s father is serving in (as seen in Cricket). Apparently, I’m six months younger than Bandit. I’m still processing that…