This book announces itself as “a vampire opera in verse.” It’s not an opera (not dramatic in structure, more exposition than dialogue), but the story of a romance between a vampire nobleman and a young woman from a family of vampire hunters is operatic. Most modern novels in poetry opt for free verse, but The Night Library of Sternendach uses the onegin stanza, and mostly uses it well. There are spots where a word or phrase is obviously dictated by rhyme, but those are few and minor. More often, the verbal music enhances the story, and sometimes the rhymes remind me of Byron.
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