Book Twentyone: The Night Circus

The Night Circus, Erin Morgenstern

Ugh. This stunk. I was almost enjoying it, and then about half way through I just felt exhausted by this book. When I finished it I was relieved, like, thank God I'm done with that! And that's when I realized how angry it made me. Such lazy, lazy writing. A plot that makes no sense, with no suspense, and cardboard characters with essentially nothing at stake. And that's too bad, because it could have been so good. It takes a truly dismal writer to make some wonderful things like magic and circuses the insanely tedious.


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