Inkdeath

by Cornelia Funke

{ 2008 | The Chicken House | 656 pgs }

I’ve put off reading this for quite a while, because as the conclusion of the Inkheart trilogy, the title Inkdeath just made me too nervous. It’s been almost 6 years since I first read Inkheart, and 3 since I read Inkspell. I was afraid that I wouldn’t like the ending of the series, that too many beloved characters would die, that everything would go wrong.

I read Inkdeath in about two days. Which, considering that I had to take some time to look after the Bwun and do silly things like eat and sleep, is not bad. In another life where I didn’t have a small child I probably would have finished in 5 or 6 hours.

It. Was. So good.

Again, the translation is unbelievable – I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that this was not written in English. Big round of applause for Anthea Bell, the translator.

The story is captivating, tense, and perfectly composed of scenes and plots that are tragic, amazing, heartbreaking, funny, and dramatic.

If you never listen to what I say and still haven’t read Inkheart or Inkspell, find some time! Get the audiobook if you prefer, but you’re missing out if you ignore my advice.