I finished The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E Harrow last week. I have not been able to start anything new yet, I loved it so much. Part fairy tale, a lot of adventure. Little bit of romance (but not cheesy) and a little horror. I really loved it a lot.
I highlighted a few passages I wanted to share, because they remind me of something and think they will you all, too.
...novels are untrustworthy advisors. They aren't concerned with rationality or sobriety; they peddle in tragedy and suspense, in chaos and rule breaking, in madness and heartache, and they will steer you toward such things with all the guile of a piper luring rats into a river.
"All I know is there are these places--sort of thinned-out places, hard to see unless you're doing a certain kind of looking--where you can go to somewhere else. All kinds of somewhere else, some of them packed full of magic. And they always leak, so all you have to do is follow the stories."
Doors, he told her, are change, and change is a dangerous necessity. Doors are revolutions and upheavals, uncertainties and mysteries, axis points around which entire worlds can be turned. They are the beginnings and endings of every true story, the passages between that lead to adventures and madness and--here he smiled--even love. Without doors the world would grow stagnant, calcified, storyless.
Easily my favorite so far this year and I hope some of you will read it and love it too.