
Book #5 of 2020:
The Book Jumper by Mechthild Gläser
I appreciate that this novel about people who can enter novels is more emotionally grounded than the zany Thursday Next series of that same premise, but I have too many lingering questions about the rules of its magic and the motivation behind certain events to truly love it. (There’s also some uncomfortable classism built into the unacknowledged fact that the realms of bookworld seem limited to the classic western canon, with no explanation for why Dracula, Jane Eyre, The Jungle Book, and so on are not joined by the myriad millions of other published stories.)
And it’s neat that someone is stealing elements of fiction like the rose from The Little Prince and the cyclone from The Wizard of Oz, but this plot sort of fizzles out for me as it goes along due to the unclear worldbuilding issues mentioned above. I think if the central concept were more original or expansive — or the characters more interesting — I might have been hooked. Yet this is hardly the only book about book-jumping, and it really suffers by comparison to those others. It’s not awful, but all things considered, I guess I’d rather just reread Inkheart.
[EDIT: I almost never do this, but the longer I think about this novel the more dissatisfied I grow about its lack of resolution to the plot and character issues it raises, so I’ve lowered my rating from three stars to two.]
★★☆☆☆








