Lewis, The Silver Chair

In some sense, this isn’t a good book– and generally seems less magical than the other books– but it has some fun parts. It’s probably one of the lamest Narnia books: the plot “twists” are very obvious, Lewis’ antipathy towards Eustace’s school is just weird, and somehow Aslan’s land is just ok? There was cool Dantescan and evocative stuff at the end of the world, but Aslan’s land is just a forest? Also, is it just me, or are Eustace and Jill less compelling protagonists than the Pevenseys? They’re slow to pick up on the scheme of the giants, and slow to understand the situation with the prince and the gnomes.

That said, it has some weird, interesting worldbuilding: the whole bizzum thing is amazing, and it’s a great jape that the owls speak in oo oo vowels. Puddleglum is a great character, though, and I thought the debate between the witch and the protagonists about the sun was a compelling allegory for theological language.