I am super lucky to work for a company that’s closed between Christmas and New Years day, which meant that I just had the first stay-caytion I’ve had in I don’t know how long. I could have done without the stress of Christmas being part of it (I’m a grinch and hate Christmas) and also I could have done with some longer days and warmer temperatures, but–hey–I wouldn’t be me if I was just happy about something without some ounce of crappiness thrown in, right? 🙂
On Christmas day, we went to my parents house and my mom leant me The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. At 770 pages, it looked a little forboding, but I was on vacation and had nothing else going on so I figured, why not? So that night I started reading….and stayed up until I think 3 am. And again the next night, and the next. I finally finished it a few days ago and all I can say is: YOU NEED TO READ THIS BOOK.
I can’t even begin to tell you how well-written and awesome it is. It’s like Catcher in the Rye mixed with….I don’t even know what. Perfection, that’s what. The characters, the turns of phrase, the story–just everything about this book is perfect, in my opinion. It’s what writing should be like, in this day and age of everyone being a writer. THIS is a novel. It immerses you in the story, in the characters and the scenery. The writing is as exquisite as the artworks the novel centers around. It doesn’t just dump out a fancy plot and half-baked characters, then fizzle out at the end like Gone Girl. There are no f-ing vampires in it, or zombies or any of that stuff. Seriously–it is perfection. It’s the kind of book you finish and then pick right back up again because you can’t bear it being over. Even if it takes you the rest of the year to finish, you need to read this book.