I have just finished an amazing book. A long book. Until retirement, something I would have never found time to do except on vacation. In fact, until retirement, I hadn’t been in our local library more than a handful of times. And now, they know my name when I walk in.
But I read the 750 plus pages of The Goldfinch in ten days, (less than the fourteen allowed) and I can’t stop thinking about it. Do you ever have a feeling after a good movie that you are envious of someone who can look forward to it? That’s how I feel about this book.
Don’t take my word for it. Read a review. And then read the book. You’ll thank me.