And the words flew off the page like butterflies, flitting into her soul and swirling in her stomach. But she had never seen a butterfly before. through that book. did life become infinitely more beautiful.
The book was dedicated to C.S Lewis' niece, I think, Lucy. The dedication said something like this "I started this book when you were young enough to read fairy tales, but someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.