I probably won’t be the first person to tell you The Goldfinch is brilliant, and likely not the last. It’s that rare occurrence in modern literature where a novelist working at the height of her powers has written a book worthy of being dissected page by page by reviewers while also delivering an exciting page-turner that will draw you back at every spare moment to greedily gobble up big chunks of its unforgettable story. Stop your friends before they spoil it, skip the reviews (they all mention Dickens, supposedly Tartt’s favorite writer, and simply don’t do the book justice) and go straight to the source. One of the few good things I’ve read related to the book is this Times piece that draws a line from J.D. Salinger’s Holden Caulfield to Tartt’s Theo Decker. It’s an interesting comparison that makes sense when you look at the shared specifics among their character traits as well as the universal aspects of their experience. Like The Catcher in the Rye, The Goldfinch has immediately become a timeless classic that loses exactly zero literary merit for also happening to be extremely popular. For anyone who loves a good book this one is a pure pleasure.