A review by brockwoman
Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess' Stardust #1 by Neil Gaiman

5.0

I've been a fan of the "Stardust" film adaptation since it came out, but I hadn't read the graphic novel until this weekend. It's been sitting on my shelf for years, left behind by an ex that overlooked it as he moved out. I've intended to read it - as I've been meaning to read every book I've collected but been distracted from - but whenever I needed a new story, it hadn't seemed the right time for it.

There are some books you read, close the cover, and move on from. It doesn't matter where or when you read these books; their stories are often lovely, but their significance is middling. And then there are the books that find you, at a specific time and place, and engulf you until you're wholly consumed in the magic they've been waiting to imbue you with.

"Stardust" was patiently waiting for me, for the moment when I was able to step out of my life for a few days and travel alongside its adventurers. It rekindled a sense of wonder with literature that I've been searching for lately, and my only regret is that there aren't more tales from this world to lose myself in again.