This week I’m reading InkDeath by Cornelia Funke. I always forget what an amazing writer she is until I open the book and am swept away. She truly spins a tale, uses the words to dance out her story before your very eyes and snatches you out of your chair and into another world with just the strength of type on the page. This is truly a glorious book, so what did I learn from my reading this week. That a few words written well can change a simple scene of someone reading aloud into something of depth and substance. Rather than fumble along on my own, I’ll leave you with just a bit of this beautiful book to take with you.
“Darius’s voice was not as full and beautiful as Mortimer’s, nor did it have the enthusiasm that lent Oprheus’s voice its power. No, Darius took the words on his tongue as carefully as if they might break apart there, might lose their meaning if they were spoken in too loud or firm a tone. All the sadness of the world lay in Darius’s voice: the magic of the weak, the quiet and cautious, and their knowledge of the pitiless minds of the strong….”
InkDeath by Cornelia Funke
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