Monday, September 6, 2010
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke
Meggie and her father have always lived an unusual life: with Mo, a bookbinder, running all over Europe to bind books of all ages, and Meggie following him willingly. After her mother disappeared when she was three, Meggie had always found a best friend in Mo. Following him meant more to her than friends her age or schoolwork. Only Mo - and books. That was her life.
Until Dustfinger came along, late at night with the rain beating down on his face. When he mentions a book and a man named Capricorn, and when he acts as though he's known her all her life, Meggie is more reluctant to follow Mo the morning after Dustfinger's visit. And then there's the peculiar question of why her father has never read aloud to her, and why Dustfinger can juggle and breathe fire so well... And soon after, Meggie comes face to face with this man Capricorn, and his plans to keep her and her father with him forever.
The first time I started this book, it was the day before Easter Sunday a few years ago. I enjoyed it so much that I kept it with me all morning Easter, and placed it under my leg at the table during Easter lunch. I think I even snuck in a few sentences. When we were done eating, I could help but go to my room, shut the door, and read. I was hooked. That afternoon, with a few short breaks in between, I read for 6 hours and a total of 250 pages. Just to give you a little glimpse of how much I enjoyed it.
This summer, I read it for the third time. What a book. It's fast paced, has incredibly wonderful characters, and a believable bad guy you'd never want to meet. Dustfinger has been one of my favorite characters in all of literature since I read Inkheart three years ago. With all his secrets, his faults, his gifts and talents, his smile that's just a little bit off, and his strange horned marten who likes some but bites others, Dustfinger is human, something that isn't always that recognizable. He gives a wonderful example of what we all do when we are longing for home - pretty much anything. He misses his family, his home, the fire that, in his world, would dance and burn so brightly for him that fire on earth can't even compare. His heart is broken, and it shows. And it makes you fall for him ever so quickly.
Cornelia Funke is definitely in my top five favorite authors list. Her style is always fresh and gives me a new perspective on my own writing when I'm a bit slow or I can't seem to word things right. It has a sort of flawed perfection to it, also giving the book a certain kind of mortality to it that we can all relate to. I recommend this book to all readers, young and old. We can all benefit from a good story sometimes, especially one that revolves around a father and daughter's love for each other and for literature. What could be better than that?