About The Goldfinch

It's... delicious, in its descriptive detail, Tartt's Goldfinch. And I have to put it down, every so often, to savor the taste, to mull the texture of it.

Still, things have been speeding up, just a bit. The mad dash through the rain in midtown Manhatten, the red-haired girl in the museum. Like one's own heart, beating a little faster as the pace of a once-leisurely walk increases.

And then, like the shockwave erupting from the museum gift shop, it all changes. Like Theo's life has changed, in a single heartbeat.

Thanks, Patrizia...

PS--This book is going to ruin my life, lol. Or, maybe, give it back to me...

LPK
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9.20.2018