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A review by narrativeleaves
Stardust by Neil Gaiman
5.0
Reading Neil Gaiman is like wearing your favourite sweater. Except that that sweater starts acting up in weird ways, forcing you to dance and jump and do things you normally wouldn’t do when you’re wearing it. It makes you get into trouble by making you play random pranks, both on other people and yourself. It causes you to jump into puddles and climb very high mountains, and you’ll get both dripping wet and terrified. It will cause you to run as you never thought possible. It will take you on sails through relentless seas (and skies). It will take you to the farthest land. It will make you play with fire. And you will never know beforehand what will happen but, in the end, truth is you will have had fun.
And this one is the most fun I’ve read so far. It comforts me that I have only read three Neil Gaiman’s books because that means I will get into trouble so many more times still. I can’t wait to go on another adventure.
It’s not just fun, it is a beautiful book: you see, there’s a wonderful lesson here about freedom; about how love cannot be ownership, but companionship. How love is not a contest, but a benevolent giving gesture. How you can never trust your siblings not to kill you by poison (just kidding!). How there is always more than meets the eye, and how you must exit your comfort zone to see beyond.
A final note: do not give this to your children. Whoever said fairy tales were only for them was probably dead inside, and this one in particular needs to be taken down by mature readers. After all, there’s both beauty and horror concealed in these pages. But it is well worth the journey.
And this one is the most fun I’ve read so far. It comforts me that I have only read three Neil Gaiman’s books because that means I will get into trouble so many more times still. I can’t wait to go on another adventure.
It’s not just fun, it is a beautiful book: you see, there’s a wonderful lesson here about freedom; about how love cannot be ownership, but companionship. How love is not a contest, but a benevolent giving gesture. How you can never trust your siblings not to kill you by poison (just kidding!). How there is always more than meets the eye, and how you must exit your comfort zone to see beyond.
A final note: do not give this to your children. Whoever said fairy tales were only for them was probably dead inside, and this one in particular needs to be taken down by mature readers. After all, there’s both beauty and horror concealed in these pages. But it is well worth the journey.