Dreaming.
That's what the two girls thought was the farthest they could do, until they found themselves in the gnarly old streets of Ketterdam.
With book characters coming to life and illicit secrets at deadly stakes, Jan Van Eck is back, stronger t...
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Books. The only way they could live their lives. With stories of faes and fantasies and kingdoms. Where dreams and demons collide, where rivers flow like a rhythms of sweet melodies. Books for when they could be someone else for a few hundred pages, books where they could feel love a hundred different ways. Dog eared hardcovers and jagged and torn paperbacks. Eloquent leather bounds and flimsy copies of a thousand different worlds.
It all started out with her father reciting stories every night, younger her asking for books every opportunity she got. Her calling books her friends and the parents' dissaproving nods. Her father's warm recitial was now a flimsy memory, not soft and dreamy, but with sharp edges that cut through like knives. There was an absence in him she could sense, even when he was right beside her at every meal, even when he lived in the same place called home.
Nevertheless, books mesmerized Vivienne the idea, the dreams she could live through them, the love she could feel within them
The other girl, started out taking books from the book factory near her house, Perhaps reading Shakespearen tragedies at that age was a little too much, nonetheless she enjoyed it. After seeing an author in a bookstore, she decided to get her book signed by him and bought it home. And then, little by little, a love for books began to grow. There were times she wished some characters were real, even though she was not quite sure if they would like her. Soon moving to a different school, that is when Lynndint met Vivienne. Two lives sewn together for a mutual affection of pages which could transform lives.
