I have been putting off finishing Donna Tartt’s brilliant book, Goldfinch. Not because I was struggling with the rich language or complicated characters. That’s what makes the book a great read. It was the disappointment I knew I was facing when I had to say goodbye to Boris and Theo and finish reading the last page of this hefty tome.
What next? Ovid beckons…maybe a 1955 translation from the library?
odespinner 