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“Ethan, do you sometimes feel like you are dreaming, all the time?" "No, I can't say that I do." "I'm finding it difficult to discern between asleep and awake," Tara says.”

Quote by Erin Morgenstern

Work

The Night Circus

In "The Night Circus," a young girl named Celia discovers a hidden world of magic and mystery within a traveling circus. The story follows her and her rival, Marco, as they compete in a magical duel that spans years and tests their abilities. The circus itself is a marvel, filled with enchanting performances and a sense of wonder that captivates all who enter. The novel explores themes of love, ambition, and the power of magic, creating a captivating and enchanting tale. more

Author

Erin Morgenstern
Erin Morgenstern

Erin Morgenstern is an American author born on July 8, 1978. Her works are known for their fantasy elements and literary quality, with her most famous novel being 'The Night Circus'. Her writing is poetic and skilled at creating imaginative story worlds. more

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