Me = back home.
Aug. 31st, 2011 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I'm back home. The trip was nice, but we didn't get to do half the things I hoped we could do (visiting Hamburg, seeing some people, the Lion King musical ...). We did other stuff, though, and I might make a little entry and post a few pictures later, if I get around to it. Apart from that, I stuffed myself with Franzbrötchen and - oh, right. I've been reading Inkdeath/Tintentod.
ALDJLFASJDFLÖSJAFLSDJFKLJ.
DUSTFINGER. IS. BACK.
I mean. They really brought him back, despite me fearing that this was the kind of story that taught you that "there is no turning back from death". And then they brought him back. I'm still in the middle of the book, but I don't even care about whatever will happen next (hint: that's a lie, I care way too much right now, but you get my meaning, right?), because Dustfinger is back, back, back, and he's fucking amazing with his upgrade superpowers and his EMOTIONAL BOND OF LOVE TO MO FORGED BY DEATH ITSELF. *flails helplessly*
Guys, I cannot even! Dustfinger knows what Mo feels in his heart and vice versa! And he's Mo's ~~FIERY SHADOW AND PROTECTOR~~! And he thinks Mo's voice is full of ~~LOVE~~. And it was Mo's voice that brought him back from the dead!!! Dear Fucking God. Funke, do you want to make me ridiculous, because I start grinning insanely while reading on the train? (And how cool was Mo's meeting with Death???)
Also, Farid is so fucking in love with Dustfinger, it's not even funny anymore. Like, even Meggie is pissed off with him for only having eyes for his mentor. :D
And I love, love, love Mo. If Inkblood was Dustfinger's book, then Inkdeath is Mo's. I already hoped Funke would show us Mo as the Eichelhäher/Bluejay in the last book and I love what she did with it. It's just like Fenoglio says: selfless heroes is what you need to make a good story. Yet, there's this sense of tragedy around him, a certain loss of his innocence. I can't wait to see how it will all end, but at the same time I'm a little anxious, because then it will be over and then what am I supposed to do? D:
Ah well. The ending's still more than 300 pages away. I'll spam you again, if I get there. ;)
PS: DUSTFINGER IS BACK. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
ALDJLFASJDFLÖSJAFLSDJFKLJ.
DUSTFINGER. IS. BACK.
I mean. They really brought him back, despite me fearing that this was the kind of story that taught you that "there is no turning back from death". And then they brought him back. I'm still in the middle of the book, but I don't even care about whatever will happen next (hint: that's a lie, I care way too much right now, but you get my meaning, right?), because Dustfinger is back, back, back, and he's fucking amazing with his upgrade superpowers and his EMOTIONAL BOND OF LOVE TO MO FORGED BY DEATH ITSELF. *flails helplessly*
Guys, I cannot even! Dustfinger knows what Mo feels in his heart and vice versa! And he's Mo's ~~FIERY SHADOW AND PROTECTOR~~! And he thinks Mo's voice is full of ~~LOVE~~. And it was Mo's voice that brought him back from the dead!!! Dear Fucking God. Funke, do you want to make me ridiculous, because I start grinning insanely while reading on the train? (And how cool was Mo's meeting with Death???)
Also, Farid is so fucking in love with Dustfinger, it's not even funny anymore. Like, even Meggie is pissed off with him for only having eyes for his mentor. :D
And I love, love, love Mo. If Inkblood was Dustfinger's book, then Inkdeath is Mo's. I already hoped Funke would show us Mo as the Eichelhäher/Bluejay in the last book and I love what she did with it. It's just like Fenoglio says: selfless heroes is what you need to make a good story. Yet, there's this sense of tragedy around him, a certain loss of his innocence. I can't wait to see how it will all end, but at the same time I'm a little anxious, because then it will be over and then what am I supposed to do? D:
Ah well. The ending's still more than 300 pages away. I'll spam you again, if I get there. ;)
PS: DUSTFINGER IS BACK. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD