Perhaps it was Toronto’s cold weather and grey skies, but last week I really needed an escape from the reality of the November gloom and my nasty head cold. Ironically, it was a nocturnal world of black and white and shades of grey that was able to transport me out of my funk. The Night Circus, the new novel by Erin Morgenstern is a magical story that lifted my spirits. Sure it has all the right elements every good fairy tale should: magical powers, cruel parenting, a battle to-the-death, and true love, but the reason why I voraciously consumed this book is the author’s delicious use of language. As I read it, my stuffy nose could smell the scents of caramel and cinnamon that wafted through the circus air.
Sounds yummy, doesn’t it?