I caved! I caved! I’ve spent the last several years avoiding reading Donna Tartt, ever since one of my ex-flatmates told me I had to read The Goldfinch but I knew it was going to be just like so many other books I’ve read: so many pages of really well written but thoroughly depressing realism about a mid-western family self-destructing or two New York couples self-destructing, where I can’t say nothing happens because things happen but I just don’t care. I just don’t care! But I have liked Pulitzer Prize winners in the past (of course it was The Goldfinch that won that, not The Secret History) and the premise does sound interesting (they always do, don’t they? then turn into a thousand pages about four friends, their tragic lives and how they all die in depressing and horrible ways). So here I am and that’s how I got to here.
-Reading the Why