Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling; I’m so incredibly sad this is over. I even put a different book in the middle of the Deathly Hallows to try to make it last that much longer. But I still ended up reading the last 300+ pages in one fell swoop, in just a few hours. Not without a few tears, mind you. I don’t really have much more to say, except I’m so glad I took the time to re-read the whole series and I love Harry Potter as much as ever and owe a debt of gratitude to Jo for giving us such a vibrant part of her imagination.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt: Following the terribly unlucky Theo Decker thru his adventures a the panic of a bombing leaves him without his energetic happy mother and in possession of a stolen masterpiece. I found the pacing to incredibly slow and didn’t really fall in love with the main character. This Vanity Fair review, raises some of these issues much more eloquently than I could. While I would never argue this isn’t Literature, I certainly understand why some might make the argument.
What I Watched: Hitchcock, Blue Jasmine, Man of Steel, Maleficient, World War Z, Tiny: A Story about Living Small, Dear Mr. Watterson, Pain & Gain, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Parts 1 and 2