Finishing, this book left me with mixed emotions. I was amazed by its content and imaginary world and on the other side I wish I could revive the emotions of reading it for the first time. 'Cause it was perfect.
Books like this feed your mind, plant little baby creatures and thoughts, which root deep in the imagination and transform you in a way you never imagined. They grow and nourish while interacting with other stories of your subconscious, making a labyrinths of fears and desires, making you who you are. Books like this talk to your heart and draw up thoughts that you knew that there were there, but they never came out of the darkness to reveal themselves.
And I really loved how Conolly described David's relationship with its books. I tend to feel the same most of the times, that the books have a special way of communicating with me. I adore their way of whispering and trembling beside your bed waiting for you to take them and disclose their stories. 'Cause stories come alive in the reading. They are like a powerful spells trapped in a tiny glass bottles, waiting to be free to unleash their powers. So, once someone starts to read them, they begin unfolding and stretching, to create a haze of their world around you to live in. This is the reason they slipped from their world into ours. They want us to give them life.
Such a dark and unexpected story couldn't have a less ideal end. One of these conclusions that leaves you with a bittersweet smile and a feeling of nostalgia for the world that you left behind. Maybe some tears too. This book earned its
5 stars for sure. ❤