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Flower Series No 44
Somehow I’ve misplaced No 43, but as soon as I find it, I’ll post it.
Sitting on top of White Rock Mountain at 3am one morning, I finished The Goldfinch, finally. It took me 3 months to get through it, but I wasn’t reading it regularly because I kept getting bored. It was 775 pages long, and kept going off on tangents that didn’t interest me. I knew I would finish it at some point, even though I went on to read a few more books in the meantime. I give it an “eh” grade or 3 stars. I didn’t love it. I didn’t hate it. I thought it was incredibly long, rambling, and preachy at times. The author repeated herself way too much. It’s in dire need of an editor. If 300-350 pages were whittled away, it would be a fabulous story. 3 stars is probably being too generous, but I’m in a good mood today. Do I recommend it? Not really, no. There are better stories to be read, which take far less time.