It’s probably true.

Look, I know I’m a nerd.  For goodness sakes, I have a perfectly good armoire sitting in my living room used not for storage but for a diorama.  And I’m 31.  There’s maybe something wrong with me.

But I love C.S. Lewis’s fantasy world, and I love the lessons I have learned from those beloved books.  I love the characters, the stories, the victories.  It’s May 2nd, and so far in 2013, I have read the whole series once through, but also three additional times through The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and one more time each for The Magician’s Nephew and The Horse and His Boy.  Actually, right now I’m re-reading The Horse and His Boy for a third time.

I write poems about Susan and Edmund and Cair Paravel.  I have this strange need to sort out problems the books never solve.  I post quotes to my blog (left and right and up and down and front and back).  I collect songs I find about Narnia.  Narnia finds its way into my fiction.  It helps me process my thoughts on heaven and uncertainty.  I even dared to venture into straight-up fan fiction zone.

I guess when books change your life, you become an evangelical freak about them.

Or maybe that’s just me.