It was a long wait but so worth it.
What a marvel.
a boy and his mom visit a museum.
Love. Death. Stolen Art. The Goldfinch. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Or seen someone reading it compulsively? It’s vast and cozy at the same time ~ I just didn’t want it to end. Tartt makes words into art and It. Is. Magic. Just like the painting at the Frick.
I’d love to see it on screen but not at the theatre. I’m thinking ‘Netflix series’. I want to see every elysian chunk of the riveting plot. It’s part of me now. When I see a skinny pale-face kid on the street, I think who’s that, he looks familiar? Oh, it’s Boris, from The Goldfinch.
So, I’m having visceral Goldfinch-withdrawal symptoms. (No, 800 pages were not enough.) My dilemma, though, one I share with a universe of Tartt fans, is what do I read next?
What novel have you read that won’t disappoint
after this unutterably glorious read?