I have mixed feelings about this book.
Mixed in the way you feel after eating a meal that took you 5 hours to make but five minutes to eat.
Others who have read it may get me, but pages 1 – 700 were pretty damn mediocre.
I felt the metaphors were basic, the language was simple, while the descriptions were vivid.
It’s bleak. And when you think you found the bottom, you start falling again.
Despite this, Potter is immensely likable for some reason.
All this to say though…
Holy f.
The last 10 pages of this, where Theo is doing his stream of consciousness monologue on life, existentialism, and finding purpose was some of the best writing I’ve ever consumed.
I mean, I started highlighting passages and then just decided to star entire pages so I could reheat them on a whim like leftovers.
That, that right there made the whole book worth it.
Anyone else have the same response when they got to the end and Donna Tartt actually started cooking?
by SoSmoooth