Books are magic. This is a truth I have known since childhood and one that I continue to marvel at. Gareth Brown’s THE BOOK OF DOORS illustrates that truth beautifully. Though the story has a slow and sleepy start, I was ultimately happy that I stuck with it. What I found as soon as I endured the first couple of chapters was an atmospheric ouroboros of a book.

A young woman working in a New York City bookshop spends the final few minutes of her day chatting with an older man who is a frequent customer. They have a passing friendship, one characterized by warm smiles and friendly chatter about books. So, when the man passes away in the chair and leaves a mysterious book to Cassie, she is quite confused. The book is small and unassuming. There are sketches and scribbles inside, but nothing seems to make much sense, even this seemingly simple sentence:

“This is the Book of Doors. Hold it in your hand, and any door is every door.”

A marvelous journey unfolds in the pages of THE BOOK OF DOORS. It is filled with friendship, darkened by danger, and filled with truly unforgettable adventures. A true testament to the timeless and time-bending quality of books to take us anywhere and everywhere.

My thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for gifting me a copy of THE BOOK OF DOORS in exchange for my honest thoughts and opinions. It was truly my pleasure.