The Glass Books of the Dream Eaters was one of the oddest books I have ever read. It was also one of the most interesting books I have ever read. It was also one of the LONG-WINDEDEST books I have ever read (Long-windedest is a great word, I know! It should totally be in the dictionary!).
I finished the book last night and I have absolutely no idea how to describe it to you. Or what it all meant. In that way, it reminds me of House of Leaves which holds a special place in our lives, even though we have no idea what it was about, or what it meant. I believe Glass Books/Dream Eaters is going to be that kind of book for us.
I wandered over to Amazon and read the reviews, to see if those would help. They don’t. The one I agree with most can be para-phrased like this “Somewhere in this 750 page, over-written, novel was an amazing 400 page novel.” That is very, very truet. The writing, was dense. The story-telling, just a little convoluted.
The three heroes, wonderful. The bad guys, ummm there were so many. Too many, I think. The premise, the glass books – excellent idea! Really fabulous. The sex, wonderful! The alchemy and religion, very good too.
Sigh. Someone speak to the author please. Don’t let him do this again. Really, a great story is in there and that’s why I’ve plopped it into my “favorites” category. It’s just too bad it was such a struggle, such a painful struggle. If I could have looked into the blue glass, it might have helped clear the fog a bit. But since I couldn’t, sigh… reading should just not be that painful.