Kamila Lange Lange itibaren Nyoli, Uttarakhand, Hindistan
İtiraf etmeliyim ki sonunda beni buldu ve biraz ağladım. Bence bu kitap pazara doğru zamanda vurmuş ve doğru kalp telleri çekmiş olabilir. Bununla birlikte, edebi bir eser olarak, eksik olabilir.
Gerçekten denedim, ama hayatım boyunca bu kitabı beğenemedim. Tekrar okumam gerekebilir. 1999'da okudum. Belki de buna hazır değildim ...
1: April 2009 2: Chapter 38
After my too serious last book, this was a good way to tone it down. I've read the first 5 in this series, finally getting around to this one. It was a fun read, easy and light, leading into the 6th one, which I'll get into when I don't have any checked out from the library.
“The circus arrives without warning. …Leaning to your left to gain a better view, you can see the sign that reads: Le Cirque des Reves Some in the crowed smile knowingly, while others frown and look questioningly at their neighbors. A child near you tugs on her mother’s sleeve, begging to know what it says. “The Circus of Dreams,” comes the reply. The girls smiles delightedly. Then the iron gates shudder and unlock, seemingly by their own volition. They swing outward, inviting the crowd inside. Now the circus is open. Now you may enter.” REVIEW: The night circus lives up to its name. This book is a dream; a magical, transcendent, poetic dream, a feast for the senses and I dream of one day entering its gates. The Night Circus has a leisurely but persistent suspense. I wanted to savor every word, but couldn't wait to get to the end either! Morgenstern’s proses are absolutely beautiful, not too wordy, not too simplistic. Morgenstern has the rare ability to describe her fantastical imaginings in a way that is easily accessible. Her writing style is not for everyone but for those who it appeals to, it will be like the best chocolate cake you've ever had! Reading "The Night Circus", I felt like I could SEE the contents of each fantastic tent, feel the fluffiness of the cloud maze, smell the caramel wafting in the air, gaze into the pool of tears, wishing I could toss my own stone and smell the scents in the table of jars. The author makes her creation REAL and I was hesitant to finish the last page because I didn’t want to give up this circus that had slowly bound itself to me. I’ve noticed that some reviewers of this book have complained that the characters are a little flat, but I think they missed the main character, which is the circus itself. The circus is drawn out so well, in beautiful detail and was the constant in tying all the characters together. I found the characters to be very alive, mysterious and dimensional when defined within the context of how they interacted with and/or contributed to the circus. Their depth is revealed in their contributions. When you see the creative output of a person, do you not see the depth of that person as well? In my opinion, this book is a stunning story that will cast its magical spell over all those who enter its pages. I allowed myself to fall captive to the Night Circus and enjoy all it had to offer and I know that I will find myself entering its pages again. I have not read a book as unique and capturing as this in a long time and I don’t know if I’ll ever read another one like it. FAVORITE QUOTE: Someone needs to tell the tales. When the battles are fought and won and lost, when the pirates find their treasures and the dragons eat their foes for breakfast with a nice cup of Lapsang souchong, someone needs to tell their bits of overlapping narrative. There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. 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 what they might do because of it, because of your words. – The Night Circus, page 381
A facinating trip around the world to see the growers, distributors, and retailers. It is one part "Kitchen Confidential", yet it never forgets the hypnotic lure of the bloom.