“Isn’t odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times?” Mo had said when, on Meggie's last birthday, they were looking at all her dear old books again. “As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells … and then, when you look at the book again after many years later, you find yourself there, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower … both strange and familiar.”
- Inkspell, Cornelia Funke
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