I'm currently reading La sedia d'argento--perhaps more familiarly known as The Silver Chair. Many benefits to this, including Italian (word of the day: cavaliere--note the similarities with English "cavalier" and Spanish "caballero", which for some reason had never occured to me without this middle link. For further fun, cavallo is horse.)
I love this book, perhaps more so from my current perspective. "Remember the signs," Aslan tells Jill. "It's easy to remember them here on the mountain, where the air is clear, and your brain is clear. But down there the air is heavy, and muddles the brain, so you must repeat the signs." (loose translation).
I haven't gotten to my favorite part yet, but I know it's coming--where Jill and Eustace and Pozzanghera are further down yet--not only in the air that is not from the mountain, but in the underworld, and the witch is sprinkling green dust and the air is heavy and they can't remember what is real. But Puddleglum is my hero.
Set your mind on things that are true...
