When you start reading Stardust, music will burst out of your kindle, kobo, other e-reader, cell phone, or actual physical book. Don’t be surprised. This fairy tale is lyrical, and perfectly so: the body of words matches the soul of story flawlessly.
I couldn’t put Stardust down. Not that it’s ridiculously exciting – though it is pretty darn exciting, if you ask me – but because it was cheeky and fun and beautiful. The characters are caricatures and it works. The setting is sinister and enchanting and not detailed enough, all at once, and that works, too.
This is the kind of story you want to have basically memorized so that you can rhyme it off to your kids, night after night, and know that if they dream of it, they’ll be dreaming in that special place reserved for the true art created by humans.