We are all Stardust and Stories
My first impression in describing this book is that it is a love letter. Not even to any single character in its novel, because there is plenty of that, but a love letter to us. A love letter to author's, to readers. to story makers, to artist, to the imagination.
It really is a journey that's hard to describe. It took me a while to get through it, and I think that's ok. I still don't think I fully understand everything that happened, but am looking forward to the time I eventually come back to it.
My feelings on this are so strange. I feel lost, yet that I found something. I feel bittersweet is an appropriate term to use. I can honestly see this book being read in high school. What lessons you can get out of it? I'm not sure, its debatable. I'm not an english major so I don't know specifics, but it just feels right to read.
We're here to wander through other peoples stories. Searching for our own.
I will definitely circle back around to my comment of "it took me a while to get through". Even though I feel like this is any bibliophiles dream and it was beautiful to read, I would say if you think you're in a reading funk or slump, this isn't a book I recommend. It's slow going on just a lot to get through.
Much like a theme in this book, I would say reading this book is like traveling in honey. Its sweet and beautiful, but it's slow going and if you don't have the endurance to stick to it you may not make it.
Like another theme in the book, I feel like this novel is best when found randomly (or perhaps by fate) at a time you're just not expecting it. I don't think you'll regret it.
I hope you all find your own Starless Sea, and may we meet in a world of infinite stories as countless as the stars.
To Seeking. To Finding.
