It’s difficult to begin to describe this work, or try to box it. Into a genre, into a review, anything. This book was my first brush with Neil Gaiman, and I realized there is so much beauty on earth left to be explored.
When the forests are burning, swooning over words and imagination could appear narcissistic, but there’s little one can do in the face of such disarming beauty.
This is a story made of stuff the best fairytales are woven with, that flows like a dream of a feverish mind, a mutual surrender unearthly in its wholesomeness.
A maze where you feel found when lost and lost when found.
December 2019