This book is like a breathtakingly stunning cake, all spun sugar and marzipan, but it won't sustain you or fill you up. It actually doesn't even taste very good, and it will surely make you sugar-sick.

But oh, the pretty prose! I love the descriptions, both inside the circus and out, and the mood and tone are just... Glorious. Plot? What plot? Character development? What's that? But I DIDN'T CARE about the complete lack of any real substance. I was too taken away into the dream of Le Cirque des Reves.

I love it. I love it in the same way I love cotton candy, and snow cones, and kettle corn.