A review by elisebkm
The Magic Toyshop by Angela Carter

4.0

finishing an angela carter book is almost always like waking up from a nightmare you were both horrified by as a participant and enjoying immensely as a sadistic spectator, narrated by some sort of omniscient god and remembered patchily with some spots filled in for you by your overactive imagination, and i can’t say i’ve ever finished one without deep confusion and a great desire to read it again.

by which i mean: carter is bat-shit crazy and this book was nonsense, but quite fabulous and expertly crafted nonsense.