All Real Woods Are a Little Enchanted

We finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia last week and Christopher cried because there are no more.....

So Wade comforted him with an enchantment of his own.

"There's the horse," he said.  "Right there!"

And then he played magical music in the background....

Oh, all right.  Maybe there are still other books worth reading.

Fairy land arouses a longing for [the child] knows not what.  It stirs and troubles him with the dim sense of something beyond his reach and, far from dulling or emptying the actual world, gives it a new dimension of depth.  He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods:  the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.                                              --C. S. Lewis