Ok, I'll admit it. When I was around 10, I ventured into the closet, my heart set on a magical transportation to Narnia, C.S. Lewis' fantasy world full of mystical creatures and an evil queen who serves Turkish delight in a sleigh. Imitating Lucy, Edmund, Peter and Susan, I nestled into my clothing and pretended to be inside the magical wardrobe. Then I screwed my eyes shut and focused, expecting to open them and see centaurs, the White Witch and glittering snow. No such luck. I was still surrounded by old dresses, my sister's hand-me-down sweaters and my new Converse sneakers. I didn't lose heart, though. In fact--oblivious to Lewis' Christian allusions--I read the entire series three times and tore through my... More >>>