Just finished Weaveworld

Weaveworld is only the second of Clive's books that I've finished, the first being Hellbound Heart.

I got my copy of Hellbound Heart from a man in a car park that I traveled over an hour to get to, and as we were finishing our transaction he said I should keep an eye out for Weaveworld as it was his personal favourite. Like magic, or perhaps fate, I was in the city the next day and came across an old and battered copy of Weaveworld in a secondhand bookstore. At this point I knew nothing about the book, other than the glowing review from the previous night and, to quote the car park entrepreneur, that it was about "a magic carpet with a world inside it".

I started the book a few days later in a cafe, and much like Cal, I fell right into it. The Fugue felt real from the first page, I was absolutely enraptured. When I was finally forced to put the book down and continue my day it seemed like the world outside the pages had changed, the city seeming brighter and some how more magical - like a feeling from childhood that is all too easily forgotten as we grow older. Each time I sat down to read it I ran through the pages almost a hundred at a time, desperate to see more and more of the Fugue.

The references at the start of each book would send me down rabbit holes investigating each source and working out the link it had with the pages that followed. Many were familiar, some were not, all were apt choices and prone to being relevant outside of the book in the strangest of ways.

The only thing I wish I had more of was people to talk to about his stories.

I have Imajica on the shelf to start now, and the last 2 plays of Incarnations to finish. I'm excited to see what else he's capable of.