Right now I’m reading the second in Cornelia Funke’s ‘Ink’ series. After being totally hooked on her first book ‘Ink Heart’ I am now equally addicted to the second in the series, titled ‘Ink Spell.’ If you like fantasy, great characters and books with even more ‘heart’ than the first title suggests, I recommend reading this series (and I don’t mean just going to see the movie). While the film ‘Ink Heart’ was enjoyable and brought to life some of the characters, much of the soul of the story, I felt, was lost. There is much more to be found within the pages of the novel itself, so by all means see the film, but I would also recommend the book. But be warned, if you have big assignment due or lots on right now – wait! It’s a big book that’s hard to put down once you start.
Back to the reason I’m talking about ‘Ink Spell.’ As I was reading last night I came across this excerpt that I thought really encompasses that joy reading brings – the way we can become so beautifully lost within its pages. The way a part of us lives within a good or meaningful story, and just how we can be affected by words printed on paper:
“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times,” Mo had said when, on Maggie’s last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again, “As if something was left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells … and then, when you look at the book again, many years later, you find yourself there too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as though the book had preserved you like a pressed flower … both strange and familiar.”
Something to think about. Do you agree with this? What does reading bring for you?