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challenging
dark
emotional
funny
mysterious
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Bullying, Death, Domestic abuse, Drug abuse, Drug use, Emotional abuse, Gun violence, Infidelity, Mental illness, Panic attacks/disorders, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Vomit, Grief, Suicide attempt, Death of parent, Murder, Abandonment, Alcohol, Classism
Have a soft spot for this book bc it’s largely based in New York, but would recommend to everyone. So well written and navigates beautifully complex relationships in a classic Bildungsroman style
emotional
mysterious
slow-paced
challenging
dark
emotional
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
adventurous
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I would read anything Donna Tartt writes; there is an absolute certain magic in how she writes. Absolutely masterful.
BUT even after 700 pages I kept expecting something more, plot wise. So much time spent with Theo only to finish feeling like unsatisfied like a phone call hung up mid sentence?
Potentially need to revisit and reread.
BUT even after 700 pages I kept expecting something more, plot wise. So much time spent with Theo only to finish feeling like unsatisfied like a phone call hung up mid sentence?
Potentially need to revisit and reread.
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
”We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.”
”Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is an illusion, and yet — for me, anyway — all that’s worth living for lies in that charm?”
”Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is an illusion, and yet — for me, anyway — all that’s worth living for lies in that charm?”