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Restless with The Silver Chair


My kiddo and I have been wandering through the pages of C. S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia over the last year or so, and finally arrived at the sixth book, The Silver Chair.

It goes without saying that C. S. Lewis is one the most entrancing authors in children's literature, and he didn't fail to disappoint with The Silver Chair. This book takes Eustace and his schoolmate Jill on a terrific adventure through marshes, mountains, and caverns as they go on a hunt for a prince who went missing many years before.

While this is a wonderful book on its own, it wasn't my favorite of the Narnia series. The characters didn't seem as alive as in the other books, and with man-eating giants, a magical snake-queen and the freeing of an entire nation of underground people, their flatness was a disappointment.

We aren't deterred though. We've started The Last Batle, the final book in the series and it's going along much better. Although this is a series with recurrent characters, the books are each written as stand-alones and you can probably skip over The Silver Chair, simply keeping in mind when you get to the next book that Jill has been there before.

If you are someone who absolutely has to have the entire series (like me), then you might want to click below to take a peek at the full box set available on Amazon. It is a must-have for any children's library, and the hardcover collection is sure to withstand generations of readers as they explore the magical land of Narnia.

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