My rating: 5 of 5 stars
If there ever was a unicorn that would make me see silk from rags and light in darkness, it would be this book.
It was so magical not only because it has witches, singing gold coins, and a harpy but because it reminded me of the beauty of books: being able to imagine and create a world that I never thought could exist.
You’re in the story with the rest of us now, and you must go with it, whether you will or no.
This book had so many characters, big and small, that were very easy to despise and sympathize with. They all had their own motivations and goals, and yet every single story was all about two important things: believing and discovery.
From an old unicorn who leaves her comfortable home in search for her kin to a wizard who’s as dependable as a broken umbrella in a storm to a prince who is worth all the fairy tale charmings combined, every story was all about discovering yourself and believing in what you can do.
We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.
Peter Beagle was very poetic in his writing but the book was easy to read with an uncomplicated plot. It’s a children’s book, filled with whimsy and optimism. And yet, like every great children’s book, it reminded me of the wonder and magic of being a child before I grew up and thought unicorns don’t exist in the “real world”.
I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.