As much as I wanted to be drawn into the fantasy of Tintenhertz's world, where words become realities and this special kind of 'reading' is considered a powerful art, I found myself muttering about the repetitive and often sluggish pace of the plot's development. Sadly, this is probably attributable to my own lack of imagination, as Funke does not bother much with expanding details. In fact, I can see perfectly well how I would have truly enjoyed this book as a younger child; there is a crafted balance between the enigmatic art of Meggie's father and company, and the otherwise relatable and insignificant settings. However, I just wasn't able to convince myself to keep on with Tintenherz, as other books began to crowd my desk at school. Time to return this one to its rightful owners and try again with something new!