The Goldfinch

by Donna Tartt

She was the golden thread running through everything, a lens that magnified beauty so that the whole world stood transfigured in relation to her, and her alone.

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing,

This book has forever altered my understanding of the most beautiful sentences. Absolutely stunning. I love Hobbie dearly and I’m going to miss him.