Book Review: Stardust
It was just recently, this past Friday in fact . . . SO, four or five days ago, that I learned that Stardust is also a movie. I watched the film for my weekly movie night with my Mum, and although I enjoyed it, I was so thankful that I had read the book first. Just an FYI to keep in mind if you’re toying with: a) reading the book, b) watching the movie, or c) all of the above.
Stardust – a book I was entirely unaware existed. I’ve been a Neil Gaiman fan since I started reading Sandman, but I have not escalated to the level of fandom where I know the title of every book that he has ever written. I did indeed branch out from Sandman and added Neverwhere, American Gods, and Norse Mythology to my Gaiman repertoire of read and to-be-read books, respectively. I had also learned of Gaiman’s Coraline, Good Omens, The Anansi Boys, and Smoke and Mirrors, but never once had I spotted Stardust until one fateful day . . .
As I was perusing the shelves of a (sadly) failing bookstore, the unicorn on the cover of a book caught my eye. I try not to, but I am indeed guilty of judging a book by its cover, and I do mean this literally, not at all in a figurative sense that can also be applied to people. As I brought my selection to the customer service counter, the young man working began to gush about just how much I am going to love this book, and before I knew it, we were engaged! . . . in glorified Gaiman gossip; all the while I’m thinking YES, talk nerdy to me!
So, it was by sheer happenstance that I found and read Stardust, and boy, am I truly glad that the stars were aligned on that particular day! What an extraordinary journey young Tristran Thorn embarks on, and I was perfectly content accompanying him along the way. Witches and beauties, castles and kings, friends and enemies, love and greed, unicorns and magic – Gaiman’s Stardust really and truly has it all!
The threads from multiple plotlines intertwine to create a most intricately woven tale of whimsy. Until Stardust, I could never quite understand why some bibliophiles reread a book yearly, yet I longed to find that desire to do so; I’ve found it in Gaiman’s chimerical land of Stormhold, located in Faerie, the magical realm beyond the village of Wall where Tristran’s quest to locate a fallen star ensues.