We knew you shouldn’t have done what you did, in the house on that island. You had a stone in your shoe; who can blame you for that? But you should have kept walking. A lot of us are experts in Narnia, and we were yelling at you from this side of the page, asking you to please keep walking.
You shouldn’t have been looking through that spell book. We knew it, because the spells and words felt forbidden even to us, and as readers, you know it’s our job to spy on you. You were in unmarked territory somewhere inside that tenth chapter of the Voyage of the Dawn Treader. You should have kept up with the others, we know. But shamefully, guiltily, we silently implored you to keep going- to show us the inside of that book we shouldn’t have been reading.
And when you found that spell, Lucy, the one to make you beautiful beyond compare, our pulses increased as we bit off the tips of our fingernails, wondering what you would do. And, though you’re fictional and will never know this, you affirmed a very real, non fictional desire for every girl and almost-woman reading that book: to be beautiful. When you looked at yourself as you were, and observed your shortcomings, you struck a chord inside us. For though most of us would never dare say it out loud, we’ve been there too. We’ve magnified our own flaws and we’ve berated the less-than-ideal we see in ourselves. And I don’t know that there is a girl alive, who, upon reading your chapter, didn’t meet your predicament with a sigh of relief, a breath of realization, thoughts of, she’s felt that too? Because in our world, like yours, beauty is contained by a piece of glass and our interpretation of it, and we are obsessed with the reflection we will never touch.