This blog follows my adventures in BookCrossing--the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise. It is a fascinating exercise in fate, karma, or whatever you want to call the chain of events that can occur between two or more lives and one piece of literature.
Wasn't there an episode of "Torchwood" that featured a circus that was open only at night and that seemed to appear like magic in a clearing in the forest? With that in mind, I thought this book would be more sinister than it turned out to be. Erin Morgenstern was very adept at describing her fantastical world and drawing the reader in, but I'm not sure anything really happened plotwise. Perhaps that's part of the mystery of the circus.