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What the hell Donna Tartt? What the hell world at large?? I went into this not expecting a masterpiece, not expecting a Pulitzer Prize work (especially since I was reading it when it did actually win the award) but thought it would be a fun, fast-paced, well-executed piece of fluff; something lighter and trashier that I would have a good time with. Blegh. And I loved her other two novels! Were they the same as this? Did my reading tastes mature? I don't know. But I really wonder if it would have received the same reception if she hadn't taken ten years to write this one.

I think the main thing that irked me was that his voice never changed. It was just this passive earnest voice of telling passage after passage from childhood to adulthood. I thought to myself that there are many scenes where he goes to a party or is surrounded by people and I have no idea how I think he would behave, what sort of person he is. What does he talk about, is he self-confident to others, how does he come across to the people he knows? For 800 pages of being told what happens and every thought that goes through his head I sure don't know anything real from this novel. And some of the things that happened made no sense really. And the ending is so...boring!