When I read this book as a child, I was swept up in the story, cried for Aslan, cheered for Lucy and wondered what Turkish Delight was. I read it again when I was expecting my now nine year old daughter. I longed for the comfort that this book gave me as a child. I gained something completely different from the story. The book made me think of the plight of the children sent to the North during the bombings of London. When I reread this book again, with my nine year old, I saw the wonder of Narnia once again. The layers of this story are amazing and that is why this is a classic peice of children's literature. My daughter was was just as carried away with the Land of Spare Oom as I was.