There was so much more to this story than a secretive circus. I went into this book expecting a story of simple family magic with a little bit of sacrifice to keep a circus running. I knew it would be a responsibility of the women in a strong family. I was not ready for how deep their secrets would run. So deep, much of their history was kept secret even from each other.
In a small town with zero crime, a man’s disappearance is definitely suspicious.
Lara Barnes is in love and ready to be married to a man that her mom doesn’t like very much. Despite her mother’s doubts about Todd, Lara’s ready to take that leap, despite having to keep her magical abilities secret from him. When he disappears on their wedding day, Lara is of course devastated. Did he leave town? Why is her mom acting so strange? What does she know that she’s not revealing to Lara?
The women of the Barnes family hold dark secrets…
While following Lara’s story, we learn of her family’s circus through the lens of a performer’s journal. The circus was shrouded in so much mystery that patrons couldn’t buy a ticket. If you want it badly enough, it would arrive. If you weren’t holding a ticket, you couldn’t even see the circus tent. Through the journal, Lara will learn the root of her magic, its purpose, and how the circus could be responsible for the fate of her lost fiancé.
Constance Sayers painted a vivid picture of the circus in Paris. She alludes to the fact that there’s more to the circus than meets the eye, and yet even a seasoned reader doesn’t pick up on the secret of its magic. I’m impressed with Sayers’ ability to keep readers guessing at each clue throughout the story. The Ladies of the Secret Circus is one of those books that you’ll want to finish in one sitting!
Kristin lives in the PNW with her husband, and three kids. She loves to read YA fiction, fantasy, and romance. She’s recently entered the world of “Booktok” on Tiktok, and is having way too much fun following the trends of young folks. The only shows she watches are re-runs, and if she’s not reading a book she’s listening to one.