The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, C. S. Lewis
Not as good as the first one. Less architectural, although walking through coats until they become a forrest is cool.
Ending is kind of disappointing. The victory of the heroes is assured by the sudden machination of "deeper magic." I wish this deeper magic had been mentioned in the beginning.
That's the thing about stories: they work when the element of resolution is something that has made its appearance early, then has been forgotten. When the resolution just comes out of nowhere, like when suddenly the hero can fly or stop time or something, it doesn't feel like a story.
Still like reading it, though.