Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

Life was more difficult in Inkheart, yet it seemed to Meggie that with every new day Fenoglio's story was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.

I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.

Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?