Longing for the first chapter of the real story

Several years ago, I read the Chronicles of Narnia with my daughters. Every book, slowly over weeks and months. (I think we read them in publication order, I can’t recall though.) When we reached the The Last Battle there wasn’t a sense of “we’re finally finished!”

At least not by me. And not even by my middle daughter, who cried because there were no Narnia stories left. Instead, there was a sense of wonder. And of longing.

The beginning of the real story

So what created that sense o...