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'How did it start?' he asks. 'The library thing'
I cast my mind back, to before grad school, before undergrad even, all the way to the first moment I remember loving a story. Feeling like I was living it. Being, even as a child, bowled over by how something imaginary could become real, could wring every emotion from me or make me homesick for places I’d never been.
'Narnia,' I tell him.
'Now, that one I’ve heard of,' he says.
'Ever since Mr. Tumnus showed up at that snowy lamppost, this world was never going to quite cut it for me.'
'Who’s Mr. Tumnus?' he asks.
'I thought you’d read it!' I cry.
'No, I’ve heard of it,' he corrects me.