Well to begin, I finally got a chance to read the Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. Did any of you read it? It is VERY dense and has really been in my mind since finishing it. The story begins with an explosion at the Metropolitan Museum that kills narrator Theo Decker's beloved mother and results in his unlikely possession of a Dutch masterwork called The Goldfinch. “Things would have turned out better if she had lived,” Theo said of his mother, fourteen years after she died. An understatement if ever there was one, but one that makes the selfish reader cry out: Oh, but then we wouldn’t have had this story!
I have been knitting this sweater: