The Well of Lost Plots (Thursday Next, #3)

by Jasper Fforde

After all, reading is arguably a far more creative and imaginative process than writing; when the reader creates emotion in their head, or the colours of the sky during the setting sun, or the smell of a warm summer’s breeze on their face, they should reserve as much praise for themselves as they do for the writer – perhaps more.’

a slight breeze draughted against my face, like the oily zephyr that precedes an underground train.

‘It’s a laugh, isn’t it?’ ‘What is?’ ‘That noise you make at the back of your throat when you hear something funny.