Book Review: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Here is my review in verse (should have done this for Love and Leftovers!! - the novel in verse I reviewed on Monday) - for my Wednesday review post as well as dVerse OpenLinkNight (head on over there to read really wonderful poetry by so many talented poets)
The Night Circus was truly magical
Here was a book that I loved
Every page held its own allure
Never boring – these pages of black and white
Interested and intrigued me, held me captive
Giving a little, holding back more
Here were two star-crossed lovers of a different type
Two bound to each other to compete, they instead found
Comfort in each other, and love of the kind that
Instigates rose petals to flutter, glasses to shatter, and dishes to clatter
Romance in The Night Circus was of the sweetest kind, the one that simmers, glimmers, shivers
Characters in the book each had a story, that was told, but not fully so
Using the circus as the arena to compete, Marco and Celia created magic
So wonderful that it still stays with me, after I have turned the last page and said a good-bye
For ABC Wednesday's letter of the week, D, I am continuing my theme of women authors:
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni is the author I am featuring this week.
I read and enjoyed these three novels by Chitra though I read them before my blog so have not reviewed them on my blog but I loved them all! I am not sure I can say exactly which one among these is my favorite read though.
- Arranged Marriage: Stories (1995)
- The Mistress of Spices (1997)
- Sister of My Heart (novel) (1999)
I do plan to read it later this year though along with a new children’s book she has written in 2012.
A quote from Sister of My Heart
Two other authors I would like to mention are:
- Anita Desai - my review of her book Fasting, Feasting can be found here. ‘Papa's stories tended to be painful. Mama's had to do with food — mostly sweets — and family. But the stories were few, and brief. That could have been tantalising — so much unsaid, left to be imagined - but the children did not give the past that much thought because MamaPapa seemed sufficient in themselves. Having fused into one, they had gained so much in substance, in stature, in authority, that they loomed large enough as it was; they did not need separate histories and backgrounds to make them even more immense.’ - From Fasting, Feasting
- Kate DiCamillio – the author of the beloved ‘The Tale of Despereaux: being the story of a mouse, a princess, some soup, and a spool of thread (2003)’. I also started reading ‘The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane (2006)’ because my son wanted to read it and picked it up from the library. We love these books and of course, I enjoyed the movie of Despereaux as well.
- spar 1 n. a thick, strong pole such as is used for a mast or yard on a ship.
the main longitudinal beam of an airplane wing. Middle English: shortening of Old French esparre, or from Old Norse sperra; related to Dutch spar and German Sparren.
- Usage in the book that was new to me: 'watching the frosty trees, that were like beautiful pieces of spar, and the fields all smooth and white with last night's snow, and the sun, so red but yielding so little heat,'
- beadle n. BRIT. a ceremonial officer of a church, college, or similar institution.
- SCOTTISH a church officer assisting the minister. - HISTORICAL a minor parish officer dealing with petty offenders. Old English bydel 'a person who makes a proclamation', gradually superseded in Middle English by forms from Old French bedel, ultimately of Germanic origin; related to German Büttel, also to BID
- Usage in the book made the meaning a little obious and the word a little familiar: 'very hot and frightened and crying loudly, fixed by the neck between two iron railings, while a milkman and a beadle, with the kindest intentions possible, were endeavouring to drag him back by the legs, under a general impression that his skull was compressible by those means.'
And while you are here, do go ahead and enter the giveaway on my blog here.
An update to my Wednesday post:
An update to my Wednesday post:
For 3WW: backfire, embarrass, taste
Scaling Recipes - Do with Care
This week seems to be
My week of mushy -
Food that is.
Made a sweet dish
On way to a friends for brunch.
A reliable recipe it was, to make it a cinch;
And in a bid to make more
Increased the amount of the ingredients galore.
But oh no, I guess
The proportions were a mess
A mush it turned out to be..
But my dear friends and my family, of course
In order not to embarrass
Poor old me
Said, “The taste is heavenly”.
Based on a recent real-life incident:)