Meg Reads

I read a book in January! 

An actual book. For fun! 

I know. I almost cannot believe it, either. 

I liked 75% of this one. The whimsical, the draw for book lovers, the imagery, the stories within stories within stories that are actually metaphors about people who love stories. There were gaps and loopholes in the timeline, but that was the point and the book was a bit of a rabbit hole. I liked most of it. But reading it also felt a bit like being trapped in a labyrinth because I’m not sure the author knew the way out either. The characters became the metaphors and things got a little weird. Like being lost in the maze. Maybe it’s supposed to be that way. Maybe the writing and editing grew weary of walking in circles. But by the time I was ready to lose interest, the end was in sight so I kept reading with a hope of redemption for the last few misplaced abstract chapters and story pulled itself back together enough that it’s still a winner. Definitely not the Night Circus, but a captivating read.  

I read a book, and made it back up to the surface after a whirlwind trip on the starless sea.