Ugh. Finally finished reading "The Goldfinch" by Donna Tartt. I'm not going to lie. I really did not enjoy this book. I wanted to like it. I really did but I don't see what the big fuss is about (read the NY Times review here: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/13/books/review/donna-tartts-goldfinch.html?_r=0)
This book is almost 800 pages full of completely unlikable characters. I wanted to feel some empathy for Theo but he grew up into such a creepy slimeball I actually detested him by the end of the book. His girlfriend Kitsey doesn't even love him enough to not cheat on him with his boyhood nemesis Tom Cable. His childhood friend from Vegas, Boris, is an unapologetic, drug-abusing criminal and the whole "underground art world" plot is just mind-numbingly convoluted. The only two characters with any type of redeeming qualities were Hobie and Mrs. Barbour (who, in her own weird way, does seem to care a great deal for Theo).
Saturday, January 25, 2014
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