“…a dream itself is but a shadow” Hamlet 2.2
“He gazed up at the blue sky and knew that heaven – at least in this life – was neither a time nor a place to be grasped and made into a possession. It came in fleeting moments and then went away again to leave one nostalgic and yearning and on the verge of tears.” (Thief of Dreams)
Sometimes a book lingers after I finish reading it. Sometimes it fades away into the ether (or the shadows to allude to the quote above) as soon as I close the cover. In the past, Thief of Dreams by Mary Balogh is a book that fell somewhere in the middle of those two reactions. I’d read it a few times, remembered a few key scenes that would beckon me back for a re-read, but I was never blown away, so to speak, after reading it. It was always merely “enjoyable”, a little heavy on the angst, but satisfying in the end as most of Mary Balogh books are for me, but ToD was never one of my five-star book hangover reads. That’s okay, too, by the way. It doesn’t detract from the innate goodness in a book to be enjoyable or make it less than any other book. But this last re-read of Thief of Dreams made me think that maybe, just maybe, I kept this book and reread it every now and then for reasons I didn’t recognize those other times. Maybe all my buttons were in overload at the particular time I read it. Maybe I hurried through it too quickly. Maybe every book needs its own perfect “time” to leave a lasting impression like when the moon is in the Seventh House, Jupiter aligns with Mars and peace begins to guide the planets. All I know for sure is that this time, my latest re-read of Thief of Dreams held a few surprises that left me scratching my head and wondering “How on earth did I miss that or this?” Honestly, I like when that happens. It’s almost like reading it for the first time.