It’s finally time for my review on The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern.
I read this book during the Make Me Read It Read-a-thon, but hadn’t gotten around to writing my review yet… Oops!
The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not.
The black sign, painted in white letters that hangs upon the gates, reads:
Opens at Nightfalll
Closes at Dawn
As the sun disappears beyond the horizon, all over the tents small lights begin to flicker, as though the entirety of the circus is covered in particularly bright fireflies. When the tents are all aglow, sparkling against the night sky, the sign appears.
Le Cirque des Rêves
The Circus of Dreams.
Now the circus is open.
Now you may enter.
I cannot say more about this amazing, wonderful book than… I should’ve read it sooner!
If there’s one thing Erin Morgenstern succeeds in without any difficulty, it’s making me lose myself in Le Cirque des Rêves. Every single description pulled me in a little bit more, made me imagine strolling between those tents and seeing everything for myself.
Up until the point that I actually dreamed about it once, and, honestly? Even my dreams couldn’t live up to what Morgenstern described in The Night Circus.
Even though the story progresses at a slow pace, I didn’t feel bored once. I’m sure her descriptive writing style had a lot to do with this, but apart from that… I pretty much liked all characters and connected with them in a way that I didn’t expect at all.
Except for Prospero, that is. I didn’t like him from the start – too arrogant for my taste, haha!
You can’t like all characters, can you?
Seriously, guys, if you haven’t read this book yet… Put it on the top of your TBR!
I’m saying it’s worth it. It’s most definitely worth it!
5 / 5 stars for the book that never should’ve been on my TBR-list for so long!
For the munches, I’m going to try something different this time.
In front of you stands a long table, bursting with more colors than you could ever name. Mountains of macaroons in all possible colors are laying on plates everywhere. In between, the most gorgeously decorated cupcakes claim their place next to overflowing bowls filled with every kind of candy imaginable. Little cakes, still warm, are giving the room the most delicious scent you ever encountered.
You walk around the table, knowing that you can never take a bit of everything. What are you going to taste… What looks so intriguing that you have to pick it up? Are it the biscuits looking as if an artist made them? Are it the chocolate spheres, looking so fragile, that contain a little surprise? Or, are you going with the cinnamon swirls? The caramel apples? The popcorn drenched in chocolate?