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If you could physically put yourself into a book or series, which one would it be and why?

When I was five, I was convinced I could get to Narnia if I could find the right doorway. I remember looking quizzically at and then pondering a soccer net and the circle of light made on the ceiling by a lampshade. But then, of course, I started thinking about how there always seemed to be something bad happening in Narnia, so I had to specify in my mind that I WASN’T going when the White Witch was in charge and it was always winter but never Christmas, and I wasn’t going when King Miraz reigned or when it was about to be invaded by a lot of bad people. I’d go during the nice times. Then I believe I started thinking that skipping around the forest with fauns would get boring pretty quickly, and since I wasn’t a very imaginative child, that was pretty much all I could think of to do there. So I abandoned the idea altogether.

Nowadays…that's a hard question. From the books I’ve read this year, I’d like to give Holden Caulfield a hug. I’d like to yell at Goody Cruff about what a horrible person she is. Looking at the others, I have no interest in being involved with any of those characters.

One of my favorite books of all time, the book I have hugged when alone in my room, is Bleak House. Even the characters in it that infuriate me, I love. So, if in addition to being physically present in that world, if I could have a chance to actually talk with Lady Dedlock or Esther Summerson (or even Mrs Jellyby, although I imagine that conversation would leave me shaking in frustration from her inability to talk of anything but the natives of Borrioboo’la Gha), then I’d want to go there.

I’d also pretty much die to be able to speak with Dorothea Brooke in Middlemarch, but it’s all moot anyway, so I shall not distress myself by thinking of impossible it is.

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  1. Narnia is fun.

    Stopping by from the blog hop...have a fun hop.

    Stop by my blog if you like to see my answer...I listed three. :)

    Elizabeth

    http://silversolara.blogspot.com

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  2. Never stop searching for the right door into Narnia!

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  3. Hopping by from the blog hop. When I was little, I wanted to find the door into Narnia, too!

    Here's mine: http://sinnfulbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/follow-friday-blogger-hop.html

    New follower ^_^

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  4. Yes, I'd go to Narnia. In a flash.

    Here's my blog post for this week's Hop. I hope you will stop by and follow, if you like. I always follow back.

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