βIsnβt it odd how much fatter a book gets when youβve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smellsβ¦and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flowerβ¦both strange and familiar.β - Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart
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