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If I could trade places with anyone in the world, it'd be with someone experiencing this book for the first time.
I feel like my life is just a series of intense obsessions because I'm pretty sure this book has just become one of my defining personality traits. I've stayed up reading it until the early hours of the misty morning, rugged up so tight in the story even my soul felt warm. I wish I could inject this story into my blood stream. My heart is literally swelling with so much love I don't even know what to do with all of it.
"You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone's soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows that they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift."
There is some kind of magic feeling about this book that I can't explain with words. It was like sharing a four hundred pages moment that meant nothing but the closing of space, and left nothing but a memory you're not even sure wasn't a dream. This is the kind of book you remember when you close your eyes and bathe in the moment of a sunset. The spiritual equivalent of waking up to someone stroking your face with a petal.
The story was like the color wheel. Everything was blended. I can tell you distinctly that it started with a challenge thirty years before. Two magicians masquerading around with such arrogance. And a Circus of Dreams. But then the mystery takes on a life of its own, slowly borning all around you and that's when you get to the shades and hues, the unnamed colors and you can't tell where it stopped being one color and started being the other.
There were just so many twists and turns that your grip on reality and emotions leaves you. And it's like when you think there's gonna be another step but your foot just goes through thin air and your whole world drops out from under you for a second.
"You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream."
If the writing could take on a human vessel, she'd be wearing a haute couture dress and a princess tiara and running around a stone palace with sunlight and enough mirrors around to bask in the aesthetic glory. It was so beautiful that I was in a constant state of paralysis. I mean, it might have just been different symbols and concepts and scenarios but it was crazy how when brought up together, they had the power to twist emotions and make you cry or laugh or want to scream in frustration.
I also loved the characters so much. They were all multifaceted and morally ambigous, giving you the impression of being a wispy shape that appears in the corner of your eye when you're wandering through the streets at night and that you can never quite make out when you look for it but still you wonder what it could have been. (except Widge & Poppet-they're the only pure thing left in this world and my heart is sucking both of them in with all the power of an anteater's tongue.)
I've honestly just gotten tired of waking up and immediately reflecting on the insignificance and impermanence of life, I want to go with them on a long train ride through Europe, following the circus from location to location, and occasionnally stoping at little cafés and eating at corner restaurants and spending nights together drinking on the balcony of a hotel room.
"I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough. But you built me dreams instead."
I've experienced 446 different shades of emotions reading this book but I can say without a shade of doubt that The Night Circus has just become one of my favorite books of all time.
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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 RÃªves, and it is only open at night.
But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway – a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them, this is a game in which only one can be left standing, and the circus is but the stage for a remarkable battle of imagination and will. Despite themselves, however, Celia and Marco tumble headfirst into love – a deep, magical love that makes the lights flicker and the room grow warm whenever they so much as brush hands.
True love or not, the game must play out, and the fates of everyone involved, from the cast of extraordinary circus performers to the patrons, hang in the balance, suspended as precariously as the daring acrobats overhead.
Written in rich, seductive prose, this spell-casting novel is a feast for the senses and the heart.