Review: The Night Circus (Erin Morgenstern)

Let me start by saying just how much I love the cover of this book in the version I own, which is published by Vintage. I think it’s a lot prettier than the original first edition cover. The cover was part of the reason why I got this book a few years back. Another reason was that a friend had read it and was raving about it. Also, I was waiting for my flight at an airport and I decided I wanted to buy a book, and decided to get this one. I then proceeded to read the first 20 or so pages, and never got back to reading it again, until now… and I’m really glad I did.

The thing I realized is that this book needs a little getting used to. The first few pages are hard to get by. So many characters to remember, some of them with changing names. So many places, all vividly described. Then once you feel like you’re finally getting into it, the point of view changes and you’re thrown in a little confusion over the timeline and location. I think it’s only after you manage to remember all these people and all these places and somehow understand the different timelines that you can begin to really enjoy the story. For me, this happened around the middle of the book.

From then on, I was completely absorbed in the world of The Night Circus, which was a wonderful but also overwhelming sort of world. I had to put the book down a couple of times just to catch my breath, but at the same time I felt like I had to go back to it quickly before it fades away. I dreaded it coming to an end, but I wanted to know what would happen next. It was a beautiful sort of feeling.

Now if only The Night Circus was real… I mean, somebody somewhere should be able to at least try and make it possible, right? Like the Harry Potter theme park? Please, pretty please, can we have Le Cirque des Rêves be a reality? And in case you need some ideas, here’s a magical Pinterest board I found.

The Night Circus Book Cover The Night Circus
Erin Morgenstern
502 pages

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 Rêves, and it is only open at night.


If I had my way, I’d spend the rest of my days at the corner of a coffee shop, reading, writing, and talking to the one I love.


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