When I read Donna Tartt’s “The Secret History” over a decade ago, it stuck with me for quite some time. I think “The Goldfinch” is going to haunt me even longer. I don’t know how she does it, but Tartt’s writing style is, for me at least, the literary version of an earworm that has no burn factor. I could not stop thinking about this book every time I put it down. I kept bringing it up with people at work. My dreams were screwed up. My daily routine was a mess. I don’t want to go into the details of […]
Arrested Development, No Bluths. No, strike that, I refuse to be flippant about this gorgeous novel.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
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