I really loved this one, and I have a feeling it’s going to take me a while to work out why. Firstly, it’s a very smooth, easy read, quite pacy, and I sunk into it easily. It feels somewhat like a children’s book in that respect - and yet it deals with very adult content, in difficult ways. But despite lacking the neatness of children’s books, it nevertheless retains the sense of the magic and mystery. For once, it turned off the part of my brain that is analysing the writing, and I lost myself in the story. It’s been a very, very long time since a book has managed that, and it’s been even longer since it was one where I had no comment on the written style itself.
I can see why this is being compared to the Night Circus, but I feel that gives the wrong idea of what to expect from it. Erin Morgenstern’s written style is much more flourishing than this, which I would honestly describe more as unobtrusive. I don’t mean that in a negative way at all, I just want people to go into it expecting the Victorian setting and the magical realism that glimmers in spectacle and crowds. It shouldn’t be compared on any other level, because it is entirely it’s own creature.
I genuinely loved it, and I think one of the reasons for that is that it isn’t a story about romantic love - it’s a story about regret, about motherhood, and making peace with the life you have led. Beatrice and Rosa are such interesting characters, and they bring something to this genre that I personally have felt has been lacking for a long time; a story about love and friendship that doesn’t take a backseat to romance. It’s a glittering, sparkling spectacle of a book, about what makes people human and how we deal with that, and it’s also an adventure. A joyously cosy read that takes us all over this magical world, shows us the best of it, and yet doesn’t shy away from the worst of life. (SPOILER: TWs include addiction, gaslighting, abuse, death (including death of a child), and many, many more). But none of that felt gratuitous, or overwrought, or like the author is trying to fit the plot into an expected pattern or create drama for the sake of it.
We were given a hope for the best ending at the very beginning, and yet already knew it would not be possible. But the ending we did get was thoughtfully brought, much more real and believable and genuine than anything that it might easily have been forced into, both requiring growth and allowing space for further growth of the characters, which is always the most internet satisfying for me as a reason. It’s also a difficult feat to pull off in fantasy, and I applaud the author for managing it.
Perhaps that’s why it feels like a children’s book to me. Because it is, ultimately, about hope, and forgiveness, and being your best self. And that is not something that we see in adult fiction often enough. Perhaps that, too, is why I loved it so very much.