Reviewed by Amanda Keats
Book-lovers have been escaping into a good book for centuries. Imagine what it would be like though if, when you closed the book, the characters you loved stopped acting out their designated roles and could be their normal selves? What if Elizabeth Bennett wanted to dye her hair and walk around in miniskirts and vest tops? What if Heathcliff was actually a very quiet, sensitive man who loved nothing more than painting landscapes? What if Bridget Jones spoke with a posh accent and wrote poetry?
Fairytale hero Oliver is sick of replaying over and over the plot of Between the Lines. He is always the hero, on a quest to save his love, Seraphina. Over and over again, every time a new reader picks up a copy of the book. Except Seraphina is actually an imbecile who believes the parts they each play in the story and though Oliver enjoys playing chess with his best friend and cares greatly for the woman playing his mother, he wants out. Delilah, on the other hand, is a misfit teen, struggling to fit in and make her mother proud in the absence of her father. Delilah cannot bring herself to part with her copy of Between the Lines, the child's fairytale she discovered at the school library. When one day she voices out loud her wish that the book's hero, Oliver, were actually real, she is stunned to see him turn and look back at her. It is only when he uses his knife to scratch the words "help me" into the cliff wall that the adventure really begins.