I just finished Donna Tartt‘s incredible novel, and if you’re worried that I’ve included any sort of spoiler herein, fear not. I couldn’t bear to give away even one of the riveting plot twists that have kept me turning The Goldfinch‘s pages since the book landed in my hands six weeks ago.

Using an art theft as a departure point for a wild, dark, completely engrossing ride, the book was one of the best I’ve read—the kind that gets into your dreams, sticks in your subconscious, and stays with you for years. Clearly I’m not alone in my fanaticism; this bird’s fluttered atop the New York Times’ best-seller list for months, and its namesake painting’s recent blockbuster stop at the Frick in New York caused a near-frenzy at the uptown mansion.

 

With the Cornelius Gurlitt case currently unfolding in the news, confounding art investigators and the general public alike, the novel provided eery fictional parallels to the secretive, reclusive real-life hoarder of stolen art.

To anyone who’s already read the book, I’ll only say that Boris has vaulted into the pantheon of my all-time favourite characters of fiction. To anyone who hasn’t, don’t be put off by its nearly 800 page count, and get thee to a bookseller, stat.

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 Carel Fabritius’ 1694 painting which inspired the novel, held in the permanent collection of the Mauritshuis Gallery in The Hague