It took me a good while to get into The Illusionists by Rosie Thomas but I’m glad I stuck with it because in the end I really enjoyed it. It’s an epic of sorts, set in Victorian London, it follows a group of theatre performers as they set up a theatre. Really three stories in one, there is the founding of the theatre, what happens to the socially awkward automaton maker and how the group handles the growth of the theatre and wound between those stories is a quite sweet love story (and I don’t normally like overly soppy stuff, so I think that’s a good sign that the love aspect of it was handled well). I always love stories where I can immerse myself in another time and place and step into someone else’s shoes for a while and this book definitely fitted the bill for that.
**** (out of 5)