Earlier this week I finished reading The Secret History (I almost wrote "Shitstory" by accident) and had mixed feelings about it. Tartt has the rare gift of making me forget that I'm reading and I fell in love with the characters, flaws and all. I kept reading just so I could spend time in their company but plotwise, I thought it was a little self-indulgent; I can only relate to expensively debauched shenanigans so much.
I think this book will be better though, taken beyond the confines of the university.
I'm tired of grading essays and thinking about work and feeling sore from my latest plod. For now, there's time for a little mustard bird.
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