A review by livsinbooks
Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

5.0

I read this book in Venice, Florida on vacation with my grandmother, aunt, uncle and toddler cousin. We went to my uncles parent’s Florida condo in probably the city with the oldest population in the world and an alligator in the pond. I taught my cousin how to swim and we only spent 10 minutes in the gulf before my aunt wanted to leave because she didn’t like sand in her shoes. But this book. I can see the room I read it in. I can smell it. The shower we had to squeegee after using. The palm in the front yard. This book meant so much to me the summer my parents divorce really hit.

A man can read books to life and it goes as wrong as possible and he vows never to use his talent again. His daughter is growing up and the man’s demons come knocking on the door one rainy night (I think… again it was 2005) and his daughter finds herself on the run with her father and this stranger with a ferret and a fascination with fire.

Every safe house finds new characters, new stories told by all kinds of people, that’s the best part. This is the best love story to books I have ever read. The love of books, the obsessions with books, the toxic escapism that can occur if you’re not careful. God, it’s so good. I read the first two and was never aware there was a third but I will be reading that as well.

70/70 cawpile easiest rating I’ve ever given.