Wearily, Meggie took out a book and tried to make herself a nest in its familiar words, but it was no good. Again and again the thought of that other book blurred the words, again and again Meggie saw the big initial letters before her - large colorful letters surrounded by figures whose story she didn't know because the book hadn't had time to tell it to her.
— Meggie Folchart's thought coming back to Inkheart from time to time.