Revisiting Narnia: The Silver Chair
The Silver Chair has always been a notable book to me, for a few reasons. For one, it is one of the darkest tonally in the whole series and it was the one I found somewhat scary as a growing child. For another, it was one of the books adapted by the BBC for their series of televised productions, which I remember watching with my best friend Chris O. And then there's my mother, whom I must mention again. I am fairly certain that my introduction to the book came after my mom called me Puddleglum , or said that I was talking like him, or something along those lines. She said it with a smirk and a wink, and it stuck with me. So, when I first read the book, I was a bit amused and slightly bemused. I mean, I was generally a positive and optimistic child, at least I thought so, and Puddlglum's repeatedly referred to by Eustace and Jill as a wet blanket, and he's constantly expecting the worst outcome. He's an aptly named character. And with his musings come a fair amount of w...