February’s book The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer was one of those reads that has you gripped from the start. Sympathetically written, it had pace and angst and I really felt for the main character Matthew, who was battling with schizophrenia and the death of his brother. Filer’s writing was honest and brutal in parts and I felt that at times I could really climb into Matthew’s head and see his thoughts crashing about. But then the last quarter the book kind of lost its hold on me and I was left feeling the teeniest bit disappointed with the way the book ended. I wanted to LOVE this book and instead I liked it. But that’s no bad thing.
March’s book is The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. It’s had some pretty lofty reviews (and I wish I hadn’t read them as the last thing I want is that feeling of anticlimax or disappointment), but I have high hopes for this one.
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