I took this book along to read on vacation, and while I liked it, I didn’t LOVE it as much as I expected to. Similar to my feelings while reading The Thief Lord, the thing that hampered my enjoyment of both books (I couldn’t even finish The Thief Lord) was the pacing. The plot just wasn’t moving along. Several times, when it felt as if things were moving along to some great development, it would slow down to a crawl, and I would find myself yawning uncontrollably. In the literary world, shouldn’t there be limit to the number of times a character can bump up against the same difficulty or obstacle and have no resolution?
One of the things I did enjoy about the book is Meggie and her father’s great affection for and appreciation of books — books that are leather bound, have titles imprinted with gold leaf, and enhanced with fancy endpapers. Meggie’s father Mo (short for Mortimer) makes his living as a bookbinder; a lot is written about their shared love for books in their physical form. Ironically, (or perhaps expectedly), Cornelia Funke‘s books aren’t available in Kindle format.
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