My Favorite Series of Books!
As brilliant, compelling, and everlasting as Harry Potter
No matter your age, this is a series of books you’ll love.
I read the three huge volumes when they were first published. Then, I reread them years later. Now, it’s time to read them again.
INKHEART (534 pages)
INKSPELL (635 pages)
INKDEATH (682 pages)
by Cornelia Funke
Published by The Chicken House in the UK, and Scholastic Inc in the US, 2005
You might recognize the first title, since a so-called movie was made with that title. The movie was dreadful.
The author, a huge fan of Brendan Fraser, insisted he play Mo in the movie. That would’ve been okay—if they’d included more of the story.
The movie began with a schleppy scene that was NOT in the first book. Events were sharply cut or rewritten or invented, with the magic and suspense and wonder missing.
INKHEART deserved a trilogy of movies. INKSPELL and INKDEATH deserved a trilogy each. Only then could the astonishing story be told.
Please do NOT watch the movie. Read the series. Reread the series. Twice.
You won’t mind at all that the total page count is 1881 in hard cover. You’ll cherish every page and want the story to go on forever.
The main characters are Meggie and her father, Mo, who has an incredible, though often difficult, gift.
When Mo reads aloud from a book, the characters come to life, leave the book, and create chaos wherever they go.
Before long, Meggie finds out that Mo has another name that goes with his amazing ability. That’s when things start to get weird!
That’s really all you need to know. If that doesn’t make you want to dive into INKHEART, I’m not sure what to tell you.
The books are available for Kindle, but I recommend reading the hard covers.
Be sure you have all three before you start reading. You won’t want to wait, once you finish the first book, to go straight into the second, then the third.
How I wish I’d had the idea for this amazing, ecstatic, grab-you-by-the-throat story.
Here’s the beginning….
INKHEART by Cornelia Funke
Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain. Many years later, Meggie had only to close her eyes and she could still hear, like tiny fingers tapping on the windowpane. A dog barked somewhere in the darkness, and however often she tossed and turned Meggie couldn’t get to sleep.
The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages. “I’m sure it must be very comfortable sleeping with a hard, rectangular thing like that under your head,” her father had teased the first time he found a book under her pillow. “Go on, admit it, the book whispers its story to you at night.”
“Sometimes, yes,” Meggie had said. “But it only works for children.” Which made Mo tweak her nose. Mo. Meggie had never called her father anything else.
Copyright by Cornelia Funke 2005
And now, I must return to Chapter 1.
Hugs and Happiness and Thrills!