The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

“It is important, someone needs to tell those tales. [...] There’s magic in that. It’s in the listener, and for each and every ear it will be different, and it will affect them in ways they can never predict. From the mundane to the profound. You may tell a tale that takes up residence in someone’s soul, becomes their blood and self and purpose. That tale will move them and drive them and who knows what they might do because of it, because of your words. That is your role, your gift. [...] There are many kinds of magic, after all.”

I can't shake the feeling that I self-sabotaged with regards to this book. I insisted on reading whatever pages I could here and there, sneaking a chapter while on a break at work, reading in noisy spaces with the wrong kind of lighting. I want to read this book again when I can afford it the proper atmosphere.

This book is for those of us who read stories aloud to our pets, dolls, stuffed animals and action figures. For those of us who turned our bathtubs into deep seas for submarine explorations, mermaid infested waters, and pirate ships that launched attacks onto shampoo bottles. This book is for those of us who could never quite convince ourselves to be satisfied with boring lives.