The first time I read The Night Circus, it was my dad's copy. Nevermind the fact it is a slightly inappropriate book for an 11 yo, he thought I would appreciate the mystery and magic of the circus as much as he did. He was right, and I have been carrying this story in my heart ever since. 

Over the years, the details slipped but the impression remained. The same way the circus might leave an impression on a younger visitor. And so, to dust this book off again and step back into the world of Erin Morgenstern was a great pleasure. I am glad to report that I could put this book back where it belongs -in the library of my heart- tugged snugly between my copy of the raven boys and septimus heap.