Chapter 3
Linking Through
When I flipped open the book I saw a weird Arabic looking language. I flipped through the whole book but didn't see any English words or pictures in the whole thing. Right then I heard my dad calling me. I set the book on my desk where it stayed until; a month later, it fell off my desk in an avalanche of papers, pens, CD-ROMs, other books, magazines, bookmarks, (author pauses in order to inhale) pencils, cassette tapes, staplers, three hole punches, tape, flashlights, floppy discs, computer manuals, doodles, takeout menus, IOUs, pocket knives, playing cards, post cards, (author pauses in order to inhale again) book-on-tapes, headphones, tape players, CD players, post-it notes, a rubber band ball, some super balls, and photos. I picked up the book and started paging through it. By now I had forgotten all about it. Now as I was paging through it, I noticed two of the pages were stuck together. I pulled them apart trying not to damage the ancient feeling paper. Both the pages were blank except for the picture about an inch from the top of the right hand page. The picture was of an island with a forest at one end and a mountain with a tower on top at the other end. Then my jaw fell open and hung somewhere around my waist. The picture was MOVING! I nearly dropped the book. I lifted my hand to touch the picture, to see if it was real. The second my finger made contact with it, I felt my hand being drawn into the picture. It felt as if my molecules were coming apart. I then felt myself get sucked into the book.
Linking Through
When I flipped open the book I saw a weird Arabic looking language. I flipped through the whole book but didn't see any English words or pictures in the whole thing. Right then I heard my dad calling me. I set the book on my desk where it stayed until; a month later, it fell off my desk in an avalanche of papers, pens, CD-ROMs, other books, magazines, bookmarks, (author pauses in order to inhale) pencils, cassette tapes, staplers, three hole punches, tape, flashlights, floppy discs, computer manuals, doodles, takeout menus, IOUs, pocket knives, playing cards, post cards, (author pauses in order to inhale again) book-on-tapes, headphones, tape players, CD players, post-it notes, a rubber band ball, some super balls, and photos. I picked up the book and started paging through it. By now I had forgotten all about it. Now as I was paging through it, I noticed two of the pages were stuck together. I pulled them apart trying not to damage the ancient feeling paper. Both the pages were blank except for the picture about an inch from the top of the right hand page. The picture was of an island with a forest at one end and a mountain with a tower on top at the other end. Then my jaw fell open and hung somewhere around my waist. The picture was MOVING! I nearly dropped the book. I lifted my hand to touch the picture, to see if it was real. The second my finger made contact with it, I felt my hand being drawn into the picture. It felt as if my molecules were coming apart. I then felt myself get sucked into the book.