I was in an airport bookshop and saw The Goldfinch on the shelf. I picked it up and glanced at the back cover, decided that yes I would like to read this but based on it's heft not on this trip. My Kindle has been the sole source of my reading for quite a while now, so picking up a random book to lug around on a trip just didn't make sense. I added it to my wishlist and I finally got around to finishing it now. It took me three weeks to work through both because it has heavy prose as well as my preoccupation with other endevors.
Within the first 10% of the book I knew this was going to be something I would enjoy. The style is exactly the kind that I have found myself enjoying. This is truly a great book. That being said, there were plenty of times where I got overly annoyed with the main character for being such a little bitch. Not only that, the philisophical theme that this ends on is nihilistic to the point of despression. Much of the emotional response that I had throughout the book was not what I would call happy or good, but nevertheless it was a captivating read and one that made me think and feel.
To be honest, the longer the book, the harder it is to write these reviews or whatever they are. There is so much that I could talk about, different thoughts I had during different parts, characters that I did and did not identify with, but it seems unfitting to just talk about some of it and not all, and therefore I feel it better to just not say much. I highly recommend this book, it is worth the length if you are a fan of stylistic fiction. I certainly felt like this could have easily lived in another time period rather than being written in the past few years. That is, a lot of modern literature sucks, this is more inline with what I would expect out of classical literature.