Opening line: ‘The circus arrives without warning.’
Two magicians. A long-standing rivalry. A game, a challenge: two contestants. The venue: a circus. But not just any circus, a circus only open at night, Le Cirque des Rêves: The Circus of Dreams. Step inside and defy your imagination. Lose yourself in wonder and awe. Around you is the stuff of the game, two magicians battling for love, for life, for freedom. Who wins? Who loses? Who else is caught up in their game?
To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever been a huge fan of the circus. Something about Le Cirque des Rêves has converted me, however: the complexity bound in simplicity, the elegance, the mystery. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is a delight to read. The prose is beautiful. The story is compelling. How to tell you any more without giving even the slightest away? Let me say, then, that if ever I hear of a circus appearing without warning, in a field of black and white striped tents, then I will queue up early, wearing my best black dress and a red scarf around my neck. Reading The Night Circus has made me a rêveur, a dreamer, whose heart longs for the circus.