On The Goldfinch

Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch - It was time to go, well past time - my mother had made that perfectly clear - and yet I could see no path out of the space where I was and in fact in some ways it was hard to imagine being anywhere else in the world - that there was another world, outside that one. It was like I'd never had another life at all. - - Oddly, it was the picture on the greeting card that had troubled me. It was the kind of thing you'd see in a drugstore card rack,...