The Night Circus

The Night Circus
By Erin Morgenstern

Genre: Historical Fiction (ish. In that it takes place in the early 1900s but it’s not a huge factor in the story)

How I discovered this book: Someone reccomended it. I forget who, but I owe you a hug.

Rate: (Scale from 1-10):
Quality of writing:10
Characters: 10
Plot: 10

Summary:
From Amazon: “The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night.”

Just from that you want to read it, right?!? The circus is not a circus in the same way we think of one. There’s a room full of clouds you can climb around, a room of smells connected to memories, a grand beautiful clock, and a magician. Who is not what she seems.

The circus is a backdrop for a magicians game. But the players don’t know each other or the rules. Once they figure it out, you find yourself rooting for an outcome that can’t happen. But you’re given an ending that is every bit as beautiful as you want.

It becomes a lavish world full of love, magic, and circus attractions that you want to see.

Reasons I enjoyed or disliked:
Sigh. This one was very beautiful.
The prose is beautiful. The characters are rich. The language is lovely. You don’t want it to end but you want it to….
In short you want to live in this world and help Celia and Marco.
This has become a book that I will always reccomended when people ask.

Sigh.

Yay or Nay?
YAY. Sigh. YAY

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