The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around--and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he's been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance to lose his dream forever.
What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?
The answers await in Weep, but so do more mysteries--including the blue-skinned goddess who appears in Lazlo's dreams. How did he dream her before he knew she existed? and if all the gods are dead, why does she seem so real?
There are few books that I have stopped my life on to simply sit and read the words on the pages. Usually I'll read for an hour or so at the end of the day when I have finished all that needs doing. And then go to bed at that somewhat reasonable hour. That wasn't true with this book.
I read this book in one sitting.
I spent most of my evening and half the night reading this book. I remember at one point I had to stop and ask my husband what time it was, feeling a bit like Cinderella outracing that midnight clock. What's funny is that I was just having the thought about how no one would want to read a book about a person who reads books. And while it is about stories, it is so much more than that, and I was both happy and surprised by those words I read.
First, I love how all the orphan children are given the surname 'Strange'. Already it tells us that he is no ordinary child. Lazlo himself is like any other child growing up in the monastery. He has chores to do, and prayer to follow. Were it not for a profound sense of imagination he would have faded into those dusty walls and lived out his life not unhappy, but not fulfilled by his purpose in life.
It's a curious, and alarming encounter that causes Lazlo to keep the stories of Weep alive in his mind and seek out the truth from the fiction. After all, what causes the name of a city to taste like despair and tears when uttered?
The city of Weep is beautiful and haunting in its description. A place of once mythic beauty, its now become haunted by the 200 years of isolation and the loss of its name.
I have to add I received the book in my monthly Fairyloot box. So I received the blue UK edition with the blue covered edges.
Rating: 5/5 Stars
I read this book in one sitting.
I spent most of my evening and half the night reading this book. I remember at one point I had to stop and ask my husband what time it was, feeling a bit like Cinderella outracing that midnight clock. What's funny is that I was just having the thought about how no one would want to read a book about a person who reads books. And while it is about stories, it is so much more than that, and I was both happy and surprised by those words I read.
First, I love how all the orphan children are given the surname 'Strange'. Already it tells us that he is no ordinary child. Lazlo himself is like any other child growing up in the monastery. He has chores to do, and prayer to follow. Were it not for a profound sense of imagination he would have faded into those dusty walls and lived out his life not unhappy, but not fulfilled by his purpose in life.
It's a curious, and alarming encounter that causes Lazlo to keep the stories of Weep alive in his mind and seek out the truth from the fiction. After all, what causes the name of a city to taste like despair and tears when uttered?
The city of Weep is beautiful and haunting in its description. A place of once mythic beauty, its now become haunted by the 200 years of isolation and the loss of its name.
I have to add I received the book in my monthly Fairyloot box. So I received the blue UK edition with the blue covered edges.
Rating: 5/5 Stars
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