He becomes attached to a painting by Fabritius called The Goldfinch, which he sort-of-accidentally procures and which reminds him of his mother. It covers several years of Theodore Decker’s life, from the day a catastrophe that killed his mother and ripped his world apart at the age of the thirteen and into adulthood. If you don’t know, The Goldfinch is a bildungsroman and basically a modern Dickens novel (or so I’ve heard as I’ve only read a third of Great Expectations myself).
I loved it, but it is by no means a perfect novel (even if my first impulse was to give it 5 stars) and there were times I got a tad pesky and kind of wanted the novel to just be a little bit shorter…but well, I enjoyed pretty much every moment reading this. But also, I can see why some people might not like it. To start, The Goldfinch definitely deserved the top prize as book of the year, in my opinion. However, its had a fair share of people saying that it’s overrated and not worth reading (from what I’ve read on Goodreads and in published articles).
It’s very highly acclaimed by many critics and readers. As ever (I don’t know what is wrong with me but lately I’m more and more speechless over particularly brilliant novels) I am astounded as to how I can possibly write a review that truly honours Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch.
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