Let’s start with the good: it’s immersive and Yanagihara’s style reminds me of Donna Tartt, an author I really love, particularly her novel The Goldfinch. Jude lives with the scars of everything he went through and tries to forge a new life in a world of loving friends, but the ugly head of his past life continues to rear up. This time, however, the reasons are different, and worth delving into.Ī Little Life follows four university friends as they grow up together, but focus falls onto the group’s mysterious, quietest member, Jude St Francis who, it emerges, suffered a terrible, tragic and traumatic childhood. I’m no saint, there are plenty of books I’ve started and not finished, but usually it’s out of a lack of interest my desire to finish wanes to the point that I abandon it and pick something else up-it just wasn’t to be. Given its substantial length, while I might not be able to review the whole work, I think I’ve read enough that I can comment on some of the content therein and pinpoint exactly why I couldn’t finish it. My edition of A Little Life is 720 pages long. Hell, it doesn’t have to be a review, call it a musing, if you will. So I write this review with that in mind. Usually I wouldn’t review a book I didn’t finish-at the end of the day, if you haven’t finished it, you haven’t got the whole story.
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