I have FEELINGS FEELINGS FEELINGS about Narnia. I cry at the stone table scene and at irregular other intervals and even though the latest movie was not quite so much my favourite I still couldn't stop grinning and, in fact, teared up when they first found themselves on the ship because, NARNIA! We're back in NARNIA and it's NARNIA and and and NARNIA!

They were also definitely my first fannish obsession. I belived in Aslan so much it was kind of hilarious, only it worried my parents rather a lot and they had to have several Very Serious Discussions with me about how We Know Narnia Isn't Real, Don't We? and I developed a primitive theory of Pascal's wager with which to rebut them (Yes, Probably, But Do We Want To Risk Missing Our Chance To Go There?) and basically I'm probably lucky I didn't end up in therapy, and also they still like to make fun of me about it. *laughs* Even when I stopped believing that Narnia had any kind of objective reality, those books still shaped my theology a startling amount right up until the day I realised I was an athiest... even BEFORE I realised it was All an Allegory For the Bible. (And didn't I feel foolish when someone finally pointed that out to me, all those years later.)