Calling All Harry Potter Fans

Cornelia Funke’s a better juvie writer than J.K Rowling

OK, so last year, at Lovely Daughter’s insistence recommendation, I read Cornelia Funke’s Thief Lord. It was not half bad, and in fact it was quite a bit more than half good. And, as is becoming more and more common, it included a teaser: the first chapter of Inkheart, the book Lovely Daughter handed me to read today.

(Now that I’m considering Cornelia Funke books, I recall I was pleasantly disposed toward her insistence suggestion I read Thief Lord because I has earlier yielded to her when she touted Dragon Rider, also by Funke.)

The gimmick in Inkheart is that much of it is “about” a book by the same name, “Inkheart,” though I’ll not say more, cos I’m already edging into “spoiler” territory.
If I were a parent of gradeschool or junior high students, or an elementary/jr. hi teacher, I’d certainly put this on reading lists for “my” kids. And, ya know, I don’t think adults would be harmed by reading it, either.
🙂

I’m near the end, just taking a break to brew some joe and write this. Unless Funke goes seriously awry, this is a good book. Of course, marketing and other pressures: it’s the first of a trilogy… (Gee: can’t folks just tell a story and move on to another any more? *VBG*) Still, the way it’s reading, I’ll probably buy a copy of my own and get the other two.

“We’re havin’ a heat wave…

a tropical heat wave…”

No, it’s not the kind Irving Berlin meant*. This is hotter. Did some hot, sweaty mowing this a.m. and the temps were already—fairly early—in the mid 90s with the humidity dripping all over the place, making the air heavy long before I started dripping.

Ahhh… Lovely Daughter home again this weekend. Has a solid interview for a good job (with good recommendation from a friend and former college roomie who works at the place) on Monday afternoon… about 40 miles from home, rather than the coiuple of hundred miles away where the flake of an HR guy hired her for a job that didn’t exist…

Oh, that also means I get to drive the neat lil car we got to replace the Taurus that died on her as she was trying to get to The Job That Never Was. Fun.

Anyway, hot. I’m not gonna blog. Not gonna email. Broadband was out this a.m. anyway, when I was more likely to do some Saturday blogging. Hadda boot up an unfinished computer and hook a modem up to connect to a backup dialup connection just to see if any critical mail was in.

Nope. I’m gonna climb in some cool water, soak and read Inkheart, which Lovely Daughter thoughtfully brought home with her. So it’s a juvie? Who cares. Funk writes well, and it’ll be at least as good as the juvie (the HP book) I read last weekend.

I can do that cos I’m still running this place and you can’t make me blog. So there.

🙂

*”Heat Wave”
–Irving Berlin

We’re having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature’s rising,
It isn’t surprising,
She certainly can can-can.

She started a heat wave
By letting her seat wave
In such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can can-can.

Gee, her anatomy
Makes the mercury
Jump to ninety-three.

We’re having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves
That she certainly can can-can