On why I haven’t finished The Goldfinch
I seem to be reading The Goldfinch once a year – returning to Donna Tartt’s hallowed halls, antique stores, and New York streets is a luxury I will never tire of. But. This year I began the novel just before I flew half-way across the world. Just before I uprooted my life. I read the first few […]
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