Published by Back Bay Books on April 7th 2015
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Theo Decker, a 13-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an accident that kills his mother. Abandoned by his father, Theo is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. Bewildered by his strange new home on Park Avenue, disturbed by schoolmates who don’t know how to talk to him, and tormented above all by his longing for his mother, he clings to the one thing that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws Theo into the underworld of art.
As an adult, Theo moves silkily between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love–and at the center of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.
The Goldfinch is a mesmerizing, stay-up-all-night and tell-all-your-friends triumph, an old-fashioned story of loss and obsession, survival and self-invention, and the ruthless machinations of fate.
This book took me a while to read, not because it was bad but because I wanted to really read it. It is well written and such a powerful story. I have heard people say that a lot of it should have been taken out but I disagree. Even though it was long at 771 pages to me the story never got stale. I would be curious to see parts of it from other characters perspectives, namely Boris & Pippa. I think that would be very interesting. Overall I enjoyed this book even if it took me longer than I would have liked.
“We can’t choose what we want and don’t want and that’s the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it’s going to kill us. We can’t escape who we are.”
“Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?”
“A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.”
“You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life”
“When you feel homesick,’ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.”