After Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt is the another more than 500 page novel I have read in the span of 15 days which I normally never do.
The book is written in the first person and the thoughts of the protagonist Theo runs from one trail of thought to another. Sometimes it is so confusing whether it is thought or realty.
I started reading the novel with expectation that the plot would revolve around the painting Goldfinch and sub plots supporting the main plot. But it was other way round.
The story started with Theo loosing his mother in a bomb blast and he was forced to live with his father whom he never trusted and loved. The painting was only referred sometimes with no role to play even when I have half completed reading the book.
Verdict: I’d be lying if I said I enjoyed reading the book.