BUT, that does not mean I did not enjoy Wink Poppy Midnight. Cognitive disequilibrium often leads to great understanding, and can result in a very rich and gratifying experience. I digress....
The Hero suddenly knew that this story wouldn't be like all other stories. There wouldn't be swords, or monsters, or trials. There wouldn't be riddles, or revenge, or resurrections. But there would be redemption. And love. And life. And ever after.
Wink Poppy Midnight focuses on the very complicated relationships between and among: Wink - the starry eyed dreamer who lives in books, Poppy - the wealthy, but lonely mean girl, and Midnight - the sensitive tender-heart. When I say these people are complicated, I mean really complicated. They all had multiple issues weighing them down, but the more intriguing aspect, was how they slid in and out of their assigned personas. I guess each character was searching for who they were, and we got to be part of the journey.
She just stood in front of me and let me keep on being whoever I really was. And no one had ever done that for me before
Tucholke's writing is so special. There is something profoundly beautiful about her phrasing, and I don't mean flowery. It's lush and vivid without all that. The words feel so right together, and fit the atmosphere of the story to a T. I found myself completely engrossed in this book, and found myself fighting sleep in order to finish.
I pulled away. I looked at her, and she smiled. She smiled right into me - I felt it echo in my ribs, like a shout, like a deep, deep sigh.
Overall: very interesting atmospheric read, with characters I actually grew to care about and gorgeous prose.
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