The night circus - Erin Morgenstern (1)

I read The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern with great pleasure. The language, the story, the time and all just fitted me and I really enjoyed reading it. Morgenstern's debut I can recommend to everyone that like magic, late 1800 - early 1900, a love story and something new. I never read a book like this and I'm so happy I did.

The pool of tears

The sign outside the tent is accompanied by a small box full 
of smooth black stones. The text instructs you to take one
with you as you enter.
Inside, the tent is dark, the ceiling covered with open
black unbrellas, the curving handles hanging down like
icicles.
In the center of the room there is a pool. A pond
enclosed within a black stone wall that is surrounded by
white gravle.
The air carries the salty tinge of the ocean.
You walk oute to the edge to look inside. The gravel
crunches beneath your feet.
It is shallow, but it is glowing. A shimmering,
shifting light cascades up though the surface of the water.
A soft radiance, enough to illuminate the pool and the
stones that sit at the bottom. Hundreds of stones,
each identical to the one you hold in your hand.
The light beneath filters though the spaces between
the stones.
Reflections rippöe around the room, making it appear as
though the entire tent is underwater.
You sit on the wall, turning your black stone over and 
over in your fingers.
The Stillnes of the tent becomes a quiet melancholy.
Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners
of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and
lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible
loneliness.
Sorrows you though long forgotten mingle with sill-fresh
wounds.
The stone feels heavier in your hand.
When you drop it in the pool to join the rest of the stones,
you feel lighter. As though you have released something more
then a smooth polished piece of rock.