By Donna Tartt
WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE
"The Goldfinch is a rarity that comes alongside probably part a dozen instances consistent with decade, a well written literary novel that connects with the guts in addition to the mind....Donna Tartt has introduced a unprecedented paintings of fiction."--Stephen King, The ny occasions e-book Review
Theo Decker, a 13-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an twist of fate that kills his mom. deserted through his father, Theo is taken in by way of the kinfolk of a filthy rich good friend. Bewildered by means of his unusual new domestic on Park street, disturbed by way of schoolmates who do not know the right way to consult him, and tormented chiefly by means of his eager for his mom, he clings to the only factor that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously attractive portray that finally attracts Theo into the underworld of art.
As an grownup, Theo strikes silkily among the drawing rooms of the wealthy and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques shop the place he works. he's alienated and in love--and on the middle of a narrowing, ever extra harmful circle.
The Goldfinch is a enthralling, stay-up-all-night and tell-all-your-friends triumph, an old school tale of loss and obsession, survival and self-invention, and the ruthless machinations of destiny.
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