The Night Circus

Having not picked up a book in...too long in August, and despairing on my trip to Paris because this meant I had nothing to read over the weekend (for those of you reading between the lines, yes, it's Sabbath), and I had to do with tatty comics at the hotel lobby, I was relieved when my brother purchased a copy of a random bestelleling novel at the airport coming back to Madrid. That, and a Time magazine to get some 'serious' update on the Syria problem (the article is pretty good, but more like a historical article rather than an opinion column or whatever. I thought Time was deeper than that...but anyway). The book he bought was 'The Night Circus' by Erin Morgenstern (there was a Rabbi names Morgenstern where I studied in Israel this summer. HiLArious.) The front cover was intriguing enough, if not a little girly, and taking advantage of my brother's interest in Time, I started reading as soon as I pulled it out of the bag. I's five hundred pages or so long, an easy and quick read, and I must say, like Cloud Atlas, I devoured it. It's a love story in a fantastical atmosphere where magic and lve intertwine to hold our planet together in ways we can only imagine. If I had to describe the book in one word it would be: goosebumps. Because that was the word that was stuck in my brain all through the book. Goosebumps. The richness of the language had such an elegant flow to it, the metamorphosis of each character so subtle yet clear by the end of each seciton, and the beautiful colours and dense description. The world I got lost in in 'The Night Circus' was utterly luscious and delectable. It's definitely a book I'll be reading again, just to get lost in the circus' black-and-silver tepees, and see the colourful acrobats do their thing, and fall in love with Marco. No, it isn't a book that makes you think, let alone draw any insightful/deep conclusions, but it's a gorgeous read, and truly inspiring in the sophisticated way it's written.