The joy of reading a book

I fell in love with a rare gem of a book. 

The narrative genius encompasses both a grand scope and the crisp and whip-like line.

The writer builds its world and characters with subtle aplomb. What a radiant, profound and moving piece of work. Amidst all the noise in the world, whole days found me curled up on the couch lost in the story's brilliance. It glints with wonder and knowledge and mystery. I understand how strange fiction is, as an omnipotent and imaginary substance or matter that controls our lives. It's plotlines are as etched and surreal as Art Deco geometry, while inside are people who appallingly real. Very classical.

Yet a modern thought. Very original.  This splendid prism of a novel offers serious ideas and serious pleasures and pain on every beautifully composed page. What a joy this was to read, trust and betrayal, the work of a rare and impressive talent pondering how we lie to ourselves, and to others. I've learned so much- I can never put it down or let it go.