When I was a kid I really liked fantasy stories with certain kind of wonders in them. I loved Michael Ende's The Neverending Story, I binged on wonder-centered folk tales, and reread Wilhelm Hauff's collection dozens of times. Something in the Haroun and the Sea of Stories reminds me exactly that - the feeling of awe and adventure, being engulfed in a brand new, yet somehow deeply familiar fantasy world. And I enjoyed it very much.