Thanks to my bestest Big Brother and his girlfriend I am currently the proud owner of a $50 Dymocks Bookstore voucher that is burning a hole in my bedside table top drawer. In true Clare-style, wanting to leave nothing to chance I have been browsing the interweb, compiling a list of all the books that I want to get so that when I get time to get to the store I am not sitting in a corner for 3 hours with a pile of books around me, sobbing quietly to myself because I want all of them but can only choose a few. This way I will have a plan of attack, I will go directly to the books that I want, ignoring the others who will reach out to me begging to be read and I can be in and out in relatively short order.
Which brings me to the reason why I am putting you through reading this. In my travels through the far reaches of the web, I came across a Synopsis for Inkheart. It was recently made into a film with Brendan Fraser playing the father Mo (Mortimer). As I read first one, then three more book reviews to see if it was worthy of the list, I was drawn into this idea of being able to read people in and out of books. Couple this with a Plinky prompt asking me what I wished for my super power and as you can imagine, this skill of Mo’s and his daughter Meggie began to take on a certain appeal. All my life I have seen books as a way of escape from reality and have lived a large portion of my life in other worlds with other people.
While I still think it would be awesome to be able to fly or travel through time and space at will, the thought of being able to read myself in, or someone else out is quite appealing. Think of the fun I would have. I would be mugged daily by screaming Twi-hards begging me to read into existence their very own Edward Cullen or Jacob Black. People could ask to be whisked into a Jane Austen so that they can dance the night away and live happily ever after in some manor or other with a dashing young man with a quizzical brow. I could go meet Frodo, Atticus Finch or try to talk some sense into Juliette the silly twit. I could get a look at the scar shaped like the London Underground on Dumbledore’s left knee. How wonderful would that be.
And people I am less favorably inclined toward. Well I’m sure a trip to the Mistress of Novices in Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time series would do them the world of good.
*since writing this I have bought the Complete Works of William Shakespeare and still have $20 to spare, what’s not to love about iambic pentameter*
“I shall the effect of this good lesson keep
As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whilst, like a puff’d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And recks not his own rede.”