Starry Nights by Daisy Whitney
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Starry Nights is one of those books you wish you were reading at a sidewalk table outside a French café (okay, so I wish I were reading every book at a Parisian café, but…) and there’s enough detail and atmosphere to it that you almost feel like you are. The sentences are so lovely and the descriptions so lyrical, that I it wraps you up in a dreamlike mood.
Except there’s not a lot of dreaming (or sleeping of any kind) going on for the main character Julien, a French teen whose mother runs an elite art museum in the City of Lights. Due to his status, Julien gets the run of the place, even after dark, which is when things get interesting. Because that’s when the characters in the painting slip from their frames and into the halls of the galleries. Degas dancers stage Swan Lake and peaches falls from a Cezanne. But when Julien falls in love with Clio, a beautiful girl trapped in a painting, he must determine how he can bring her into his world for keeps.
As lovely as the writing is, I was slightly disappointed with the final third of the book, once Clio’s origins were explained. Nevertheless, the phrasings, the tone of the story, and especially the quirky side characters make this a must-read.
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