Usually, about halfway through a book, I tend to start skipping sentences, and it's for one of two reasons: 1) I am so engrossed in the story that I am racing toward the end, desperate to find out how it all plays out; or 2) I feel obligated to complete the book because I started it, and I just want it to be over with. Night Circus was, unfortunately, the latter. The characters, their desires, and their motivations lack depth, and the love story between the two main characters seems contrived and unconvincing. The book reads more like stage directions and with extensive descriptions of the setting (these descriptions are the best this book has to offer; Morgenstern has clearly done her best to create a sensually stunning world. I don't say this often, but Night Circus would probably make a better movie than a book). The plot suffers the same flatness as the characters; 387 pages is way too long to carry what is essentially an "anything you can do I can do better, with a romantic twist" vignette. (Actually, this would make a great Pixar short.) The ending is extremely disappointing. I had hoped to at least learn what the point of all this was. (Answer: There is none. Or rather, there's an explanation, but it's extremely unsatisfactory.) Except for occasionally making me want hot chocolate or candy apples, this book did nothing for me.