I think this book is the kind of fantasy/fairy tale that I would have liked very much had I read it at a different time in my life or when I wasn’t feeling ill or something. As it was, I could see that it was a good story, even a great story, but somehow I didn’t appreciate it properly. There were some wonderful passages about books and reading and some episodes that made me think that the author might be quite profound if only I could figure out what profound thought it was that lay just beneath the surface of the story.
Bastian Balthazar Bux is a great name for a main character, I must say.
No, I’ve never seen the movie.
“I wonder,” he said to himself, “what’s in a book while it’s closed. Oh, I know it’s full of letters printed on paper, but all the same, something must be happening, because as soon as I open it, there’s a whole story with people I don’t know yet and all kinds of adventures and deeds and battles. And sometimes there are storms at sea, or it takes you to strange cities and countries. All those things are somehow shut up in a book. Of course, you have to read it to find out. But it’s already there, that”s the funny thing. I just wish I knew how it could be.”