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 Reves,” 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.
I don’t know if I should be grateful or not for books that could still touch me with their eloquence. Night Circus is beautiful beyond the lyrical quality of its writing. It captures the glory and pain of yearning. It enchants me as it wounds me. It shows me my own story even as it shares with me the story of the Night Circus and its bewitching denizens. I wish I can give it more than five stars. I’m so glad that a love like this exists, even if it’s just within the pages of a book.
When I love a book this much, it’s difficult to write about it. How can words adequately capture the feeling? I know there are criticisms against the plot, the POVs, and the characters–but why should these matter? I think the loveliest books are the imperfect ones that happen to be perfect for me. And, by all that is holy, this book is perfect for me. I wear my red on my black and white with pride.