Here's another partial that I found.

“If you take a book with you on a journey, " Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens:  The book begins collecting your memories.  And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it.  It will all come into your mind with the very first words:  the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it . . . yes, books are like flypaper -- memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”  (From Inkheart by Cornelia Funke) 

That is so true!   It doesn't matter where I am or who I am with, each time I reread or hear the stories of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, I am transported to a giant boulder on the far end of Lake Cleveland in southern Idaho where I first became acquainted with them on a family camping trip.  I can still feel the smooth, coolness of that enormous gray rock against my back as I am carried away to the banks of the Mississippi.