Every once in a while, I fall in love with a book. It didn’t take me very long to realize I was developing a crush on The Night Circus, but could woo me to the finish and become a true love? Or would it fall off into disappointed oblivion, just another tease on the roadway to the favorite few?
I had seen its cover before. I had read the back cover blurb. I had been interested, yes, but I never took the plunge. It was always too expensive for a girl who has over 150 unread books on her kindle, so many of them freely given. And the premise sounded vaguely depressing…an area I don’t need much help with, thank you very much…so I was leery.
Three weeks ago I was at the library looking for an audio book. I’m the sort of driver who has to have something besides music piping at me if I’m going to stay awake longer than twenty minutes in a car. And my monthly writers group meetings are an hour from my house so I had to have a book. And there it was, waving shyly at me from one of the shelves. I read the back cover again and thought, why not?
Eleven CDs later why not? turned into where have you been all my life?
From a writing standpoint, The Night Circus is cleverly told from multiple points of view with parallel story lines written twenty years apart. Sections of it are even written in second person, a difficult feat to pull off, but one the author does well. So many characters spread out over a period of thirty or so years. With the questions of why? and how will it end? cleverly strung along until the very end.
The book itself is magical. It takes you to the pinnacle of what a circus should be and makes you feel a part of it. The wondrous magicalness of possibility mingled with mystery and star-crossed lovers. Ah, how long until I pick it up again, this time reading it for myself instead of listening to it read for me by someone else? It’s the sort of book I need on my bookshelf where I can look over at it and smile every time I see it. I might even have to blow it kisses.
I’m not alone in feeling this way about books. What books have your dearest loves? Your oldest loves? Your most recent romances?