When I read the first book of C. S. Lewis’s The Chronicles of Narnia, I had a lot of
problems with it. I enjoyed myself while reading, but once the book was done
and I thought about it a little bit, it felt slight and weightless. There
wasn’t much substance for me to hang on to and the experience I had with The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
soon drifted away. Just like the Pevensie children, I knew I would one day
return to Narnia, mostly because I had already bought all seven volumes from
Bay Used Books – a matching set, no less. I’ve decided to read the
series in publication order so the second book I picked off the shelf was Prince Caspian.
I mentioned in my review of the first book that I enjoyed
the writing style and that the plot had little tension or thrills to offer, my
reaction to Prince Caspian is eerily
similar. The plot isn’t thrilling, not much happens and what does happen is
accomplished with far too much ease. Worst of all, I had a more difficult time
reading the second volume because the writing style annoyed me for most of the
book. I found it to be pandering and patronizing. Why I enjoyed it with The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe and
not with Prince Caspian I can only
blame on my mood while reading this book. This time around, I found that the
writing style pulled me out of the story, provided too many interrupting
commentary, and not enough plot momentum. If anything, it slowed down the
story. It also surprised me just how little dialogue this book has. It’s a
clear example of how breaking the storytelling rule of “show, don’t tell” will
make for a shitty reading experience.







