I gobbled up two wonderful books this month, The Goldfinch by Donna
Tartt and The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney.
The Goldfinch won the Pulitzer Prize and had me up late at night reading
until my arm got sore from holding the book.
It’s a rather intense tale of a thirteen year old boy who suddenly finds
himself an orphan. There are undertones
of Great Expectations I am told however I didn’t really find it terribly
apparent as I didn’t ever have that feeling of dread which Dickens conveyed so
well. Nevertheless I enjoyed the book
immensely but will warn readers that it is rather intense.
The Nest on the other hand is a much lighter book and while the characters
(four siblings) are rather unlovable it was an enjoyable read. I frequently found myself wondering what it
would be like to anticipate an inheritance and whether I would fall into the
trap these people almost galloped into.
I am not the type of person who spends what I don’t have so I would hope
that I wouldn’t spend what I hadn’t inherited yet.
In both books I found myself so immersed in the story that I really
wanted to get into the book and strangle a few people . . . am I giving anything
away?
I loved The Goldfinch so much that I went out and bought Ms. Tartt’s
other books The Secret History and The Little Friend (both of which are rather
different from The Goldfinch since they both involve murder and mystery; The
Goldfinch is a straight youth novel with a twist).
More tomorrow on how I else I spent the month of March 2016.
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