Just a quick
post because I had to add my voice to the many in singing the praises of The Goldfinch. It is an incredibly sad
yet strangely hopeful, exquisitely written novel about, well, so many things,
but namely the evolution of a boy who experiences unfathomable loss to a man haunted
by lost love, missed opportunities, and the inexplicable nature of beauty and
the way in which we are uniquely drawn to and compelled by it.
I read it for
about an hour this morning before work and it’s one of those books that tricked
me into feeling deep feelings that rightfully belonged to the character. (Kind
of like the time I read American Psycho
and had to stop because I was so. depressed.). In other words, the character
development is spot-on and it really sucks you in.
Anyway, I
thought the quote above was really poignant and kind of captures the general
gist of the writing.
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