Aw, Liese, that was so very much my response. Except I had another book in the wings.
One of the things I like so much about this book is how the resolution really satisfied -- both the
romantic sense,
but also how it just all fits.
I totally think everyone should
create new tents.
I was discussing it with Grace's nurse and we were talking about it in relation to
Time Traveller's Wife.
They both have this sort of acceptance of the mystical as possible. But where TTW totally fucks up the ending and really, how hard would it have been to have
the husband travel into the future when the wife would have been 80 so she would see him before she was also going to die?
Night Circus allows the reader such a sense of satisfaction.
Yeah, I actually am reading 1Q84 next, but I wanted to immediately reread.
I like how it set up that there couldn't be a satisfying resolution:
I was about to be really pissed at a suicidal self-sacrifice for love,
but then there was! But not without a cost, you know. Satisfying didn't come free.
Well, it was pretty
sacrificial
just not completely
suicidal.
It was a beautiful and elegant solution to a fucked up problem.
I so wish I could go and see the tents! And, I love the fact that the circus had its own fandom!
Also, have you seen this: [link]
I so want to have a Night Circus themed 40th birthday party. But I'd have to plan it myself which seems uber stressful.
I know! I loved that extra layer of it. Just made it feel so much more real!
Ooh!
I kinda want to send email to the address in the book more or less constantly, kinda like Allyson talking into the wind to Tim's address, only, you know, probably to a marketing panel.
And Herr Theissen! I loved him.
Kat, but I keep forgetting you're my sister's age. For two responsible adults you're wildly divergent in lives.
She's doing a thing for her 40th, and I keep thinking "Am I 40? 45? Wait, this is about her...I'm so confused."
She has a life and I'm... well... boring.
Yeah, that whole significant other and two kids is no big deal. Not a societal ideal, or anything. Nothing a parent wouldn't basically beg her children to achieve.
But fuck. It's so much more exhausting and less interesting than a doctorate, a good job and the ability to take vacation without being trailed by 5 year olds. One of whom refuses to stop being on himself.