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Alex Albu cyberaeonnd480 — The quickest read I've ever read by this writer (aside from The Graveyard Book). Stardust is an amazing journey composed of many adventures, both big and small, and I loved that about the book. However, regardless of my first intentions of reading the book (I wanted to read it because I've seen the movie adaptation so many times ♥ ), I found that the third person omniscient perspective (and narrative) is typically the way fairytales are often told. Following along with how well Neil Gaiman meshes description and action, I felt both like I had enough and didn't have quite enough. Yet, it wasn't until I reached the ending (ohmygoodness, the ending), that I realized that it was enough. Not all stories have a happy ending, and he was keeping it real the whole time. There aren't enough young adult books or adult books (I will bring this up later) that introduce us to the real perspective of a young man in his early twenties (or the brink of a young man's twenties). In a way, this was a guy book because of that, but it kept to the fairytale side of things. Many adults step away from young adult fiction or children's books simply because they are genres immersed in the magic of the incredible burst of infinite opportunities and possibilities typically found in childhood. Some are more attached to the more brief and concrete adult world where fairytales and stories of myth and legend are nonexistent. This totally reminds me of something C.S. Lewis wrote about being able to read fairytales again, because he had been embarrassed of reading fairytales when he'd been younger. Reading fairytales or anything of the like is shunned because we're apparently supposed to be grown up and wake up from childish ideas to the world of "reality" and apparently "reality" is a world without that magic or hope. (My words, not C.S. Lewis'.) In many ways, I could see that through the land of Faerie and the town of Wall. The townfolk were afraid of the strange foreigners who came by for market because they were not at all like them (perhaps not of the same drab practicality of Wall). The colorfulness of these characters leads to that division of the magical realm and the mortal world. I was surprised that there was even mention of more mundane things that aren't often expressed in writing (such as pissing and sex). Of course, there are many mentions of that in American Gods, but the fact that they are included just secures the fact that they are part of life just as anything else - making your own choices in a world where many are often raised to believe they have no choice of making their own lives to find their own version of happiness (many times because of monetary problems). The narrative itself takes after what each character is looking for, and I have started to like that increasingly in novels where it is direly needed. For one, you'll want to know how the chase is going, and for another, you get to know more about the world you're reading about. There's also the theme of the good of helping others. It echoes the Grimm Brothers' "The White Snake" pretty well in how Tristran Thorne receives help from a few strangers he selflessly helped along the way (one of them being his uncle, and two others as those his father took in before the Market was open). It not only teaches something, but it definitely moved the narrative down to where it needed to go. Now, to the differences of the movie adaptation and book. A few of the minor things were taken out, and some were even changed, which is a given. I was disappointed when I got to the part of the flying ship, because its part in the book is so much smaller than that of the film. The lack of dying witches goes by the same way. Now, to the epilogue. Despite it being a fantastic and satisfying ending, I found myself being more sad than disappointing. Then again, it's what I expected from having read the difference from another fan a year ago. In many ways, I do encourage both versions of the tale, but it will always be a favorite of mine regardless of how it ends or how it goes. All that matters is that it was written and that it exists.

Stefan Bulatovic _irtual_ife — Four stars only because I haven't finished it yet, so I suppose it's possible that it could nosedive in the last 200 pages... but even if the final 40% of it consisted only of "blahblahblahblahyaddablahblah" it would still be worth it for the first 300 pages, which are brilliant. The Man Booker people knew what they were doing in 2004.

Chalif Rafi chalifrf — The last 1/4 didn't match the first 3/4 and the first 3/4 had build-up so subtle that the last 1/4 didn't really make any sense/seemed like a completely different book/I didn't care at all. Plus, Anjali starts the book unmarried and unemployed and the book ends with her still unmarried and unemployed...what was the point of the whole exercise? Despite the big picture problem, the writing itself, with regards to the details, are solid so it's not that bad. If you like Indian/Indian-American chick lit, it's pretty good.