The perfect book to yap about on a day when I cannot see straight.

To put the record lineal, I have always been, and always will be, a sucker for equine esque adventures. It's just something uncurable. And I know no one who knows they don't have something insufferably pestiliant. My abiding love of this particular Lewis book might have something to do with the absence of this nonsense:


If that were not the case, I would be nursing a deep and unfathomable hatred for Lewis. Nothing against any future authors I read, just don't mess with my harebrained animals, and we'll get along great. Maybe. Probably. In the near future.

And I'm sorry, but this is just sick.



SICK