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The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

“The circus arrives without warning.  No announcements precede it... It is simply there when yesterday it was not.”

Under tents of black and white, after the sun has set, The Night Circus invites you to come and explore the selection of shows and wonders it has to offer. After a tantalising first glimpse of the circus, the story starts with the introduction of two children. In New York, 1873, Celia Bowen finds herself packed off to live with her magician father after her mother commits suicide. A year later in London, orphan Marco leaves the orphanage with a mysterious man who has big plans for him. 

Throughout the book we learn how the circus is started and meet the eccentric group behind it. Once the circus is established, it is a huge success around the world, appearing unexpectedly and disappearing again just as mysteriously. We become privy to the lives of some of the performers, details of the unique acts and also visitors’ experiences of the circus. 

The story also travels backwards and forwards in time, detailing the lives of Celia and Marco, and other characters as they all become involved in the circus. The magical circus is highly popular but as we learn more about Celia and Marco’s linked destinies, it seems future events threaten not only the remarkable couple but the entire circus itself. 

Hopefully I haven’t given too much away. I really enjoyed everything about this book. I thought it was hugely imaginative and beautifully written, even when parts of the story get quite dark. I would really recommend this to anyone who likes to lose themselves in a good story, as The Night Circus is truly enchanting. 


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