𝜤 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅. 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝜤 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝜤 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝜤 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒙. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐.

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This was a reread of The Night Circus. I remembered absolutely nothing about this novel except that I loved it when I last read it.

I don't think it's hit in quite the same way this time. Not that I didn't enjoy it, because I did. But it definitely felt a more *vibes* than I remember.

I didn't feel particularly connected to anyone during this reading. I can see why I probably loved the love story in this when I read it all those years ago but it didn't hit quite as strongly as I imagine it did then.

The vibes are still immaculate. The imagery and the style is still captivating. The ideas and their execution in language are still magical and entrancing. I want to experience this place and I also want to learn tarot reading!

But I think that's probably all I carried away from it this time. Am entertaining, aesthetic read with a little love story that I enjoyed but I did feel less of a connection than I remember from the last read.