Then I started reading the reviews, I am amazed at the duality.
I was so caught up in the story, and the styling of it that, it ended to fast for me. I wanted more. As most of you know, I am an incessant reader, sometimes reading as many as 4-5 things at one time. I have always been able to keep the stories apart from each other and pick up exactly where I left off.
Reading Proust in the Morning, and J. K. Rowling at lunch, then a healthy dose of my favorite serial fiction in the evening.
But, as with a very few novels, I could not do this with The Goldfinch.
It was all I could keep reading. I could not touch anything else until I found the end.
There are many different reviews, many different opinions out there, but are they going to sway what I found to be one of the best reads this year?
No. Not for me.
For me, this novel is well deserved of its 2014 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
A book to borrow, read enjoy, then when you are sitting for the next 3-4 days, realizing you are still thinking about that one spot, the one Where Theo is hovering between heaven and earth ...
You realize, that you haven't picked up another book yet. This is the point where you go to the bookstore and buy, (GASP), a hard copy, that you can put on your bookshelf; because it made an impact on your life, and you will want to keep going back to it year after year. Just like you do with Harry Potter.
For when you do, you know that for a little while, you can be swept away again, into a world that can suspend the now, for a little while, and let your imagination roam free.