When re-reading the Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis, I came across a passage that reminded me of another story that I love.
“Oh, what a shame!” said Lucy. “I did so want to read it again. Well, at least I must remember it. Let’s see … it was about … about … oh dear, it’s all fading away again.
“And even this last page is going blank. This is a very queer book. How can I have forgotten? It was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill, I know that much. But I can’t remember and what shall I do?”
And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician’s Book.
The Voyage of the Dawn Treader – Chapter 10
I think that we all know how Lucy felt at that moment.