is Inkspell by Cornelia Funke

~~~ I love this:
“as if something were left between the pages everytime you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells… and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger yourself, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower… both strange and familiar” -said Mo to Meggie-

~~~ I ask to myself:
“how about read my own scrapbook pages??? are they both strange and familiar many years later???”

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