The Ten Thousand Doors of January, by Aliz E. Harrow, is a magical story, and I almost want to define it as an adult fairy tale. It is so much more than a fantasy, a folk tale, an old wive’s tale, or a depiction of impossible realms.
The story has depth, meaning and substance, pertaining to time itself, doors we encounter on our journeys in life, identity, assimilation, freedom, and familial relationships.
Most of us are searching, seeking answers to complex questions, and we walk through many doors, such as the doors which were entered within the pages of this illuminating novel. Within the confines of the pages is prose so masterfully and beautifully written, so vivid, and breathtaking. The portals, doors, entrances and exits all came together magnificently, believably.