I have loved this book, and it's loved me back, since before I could read it silently to myself. It's beautiful and inspiring for what it is, and it was written so sweetly, and with such good intention, that I can't help but still smile at it. This book may not be the ultimate example of literature anymore, but I must say, it's special in a way that not many books are these days. And it's every child's dream--at least it was mine--to step into a closet and out into Narnia, and become a hero and royalty there, to see and serve Aslan and to converse with the animals. This book is wonderful in so many different ways, little issues like those I mentioned above don't even matter--all books, after all, have plot-holes and conveniences. All of them. It's a thing that book-lovers learn to look around, I think, mostly without even realizing it.
C.S. Lewis was, and is, a genius and a marvel. He and the Chronicles of Narnia will always have a special place in my heart. And this first book is my favorite of the series, so it's closer than most.