The Book She Had Been

It's The Same In Real Life: Notorious Murderers Get Off Scot-free And Live Happily All Their Lives, While Good People Die - Sometimes The Very Best People. That's The Way Of The World.

If You Take A Book With You On A Journey," Mo Had Said When He Put The First One In Her Box, "an Odd Thing Happens: The Book Begins Collecting Your Memories. And Forever After You Have Only To Open That Book To Be Back Where You First Read It. It Will All Come Into Your Mind With The Very First Words: The Sights You Saw In That Place, What It Smelled Like, The Ice Cream You Ate While You Were Reading It... Yes, Books Are Like Flypaper—memories Cling To The Printed Page Better Than Anything Else.

I Think We Should Sometimes Read Stories Where Everything's Different From Our World, Don't You Agree? There's Nothing's Like It For Teaching Us To Wonder Why Trees Are Green And Not Red, And Why We Have Five Fingers Rather Than Six.' --spoken By The Bluejay, Aka Mo The Bookbinder, From 'inkdeath

Since When Does The Butterfly Ask About The Caterpillar?

Weren’t All Books Ultimately Related? After All, The Same Letters Filled Them, Just Arranged In A Different Order. Which Meant That, In A Certain Way, Every Book Was Contained In Every Other!