Vindictive diatribe of point-scoring pettyness

The Heart's Invisible Furies by John Boyne

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


I'm not sure why I stretched to two stars. As someone who was brought up in Ireland in the 1960s and onwards, this read like a vindictive diatribe of point-scoring pettyness and badly manufactured coincidences. I kept reading it despite my face screwing up in annoyance, and my eyebrows nearly flying off my face with disbelief. Sad that a writer like Boyne lowered himself to this tripe. People with a severe chip on their shoulder about being gay in Ireland may like it.



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