There are books that, after an intense and exhilarating read, leave you perturbed and agitated; there are books, incidentally, that, after a calm, mildly thought-provoking rumination, leave you calm and collected.
Then there are books that coax the life out of these two worlds; long, undulating colorful strands, plucked from the most delicate of glowing lanterns; emanating life, wisdom – a peaceful yet perturbed serenity, that enshrouds the mind in a psychedelic array of dazzling, yet not exceedingly extraordinary hues. These hues obscure an undercurrent of human sentiment, unacknowledged longing, and resonant meaning that draws the oblivious reader into a world of delight – a strangely rooted fantasy with a piquant story, that at once both tickles the imagination and grabs hold of the dear earth with relentless grip.
A book that leads the reader into a lost horizon.
A book leaves you with a sense of aching, yet a sense of satisfaction. A sense of melancholy, yet a sense of wonderment. A sense of longing, and yet
Nothing I say will do this book justice. For analyzing it would be forced, and judging it would be pointless.
Everything in moderation, I suppose.
Just read it and you’ll understand.