Unlikely Words

Magical, melancholy, wistful, and beautiful.

A sprawling, occasionally rambling, epic story about family, history, and, yes, fairies. Crowley’s writing is rich — there’s no better way to describe it. Like cheesecake. Delicious, but you can’t eat too much in one sitting. All of his books leave me slightly sad when they’re over, and this one was no exception.

I absolutely love his use of language, and the simple obliqueness of his writing. He gives you ample opportunity to put two and two together, and I greedily soaked up the little flashes I got as casual mentions early in the book paid off in the end.

I want to read it again, but I’ll probably wait a few years.

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