This was a really, really good novel.
I gave it five stars on GoodReads. That’s a rare for me; it’s only the fourth out of 49 books I’ve done that for in this year so far. I usually give five stars to books that I really want to reread or own, but this is not one that I necessarily feel for that yet. I do feel that it touched me in a strange way. Maybe it was the timing. More so, it was the use of so many things I like or could relate to: books, friendship, being a twentysomething in this age, and more.
This is a book for people who love books. It’s a novel that celebrates the beauty of books, and those who create and interact with them. It’s about books as knowledge through time. It’s about humanity’s relationship with knowledge, creativity, growth, and immortality. It’s not a non-fiction or philosophical book. It’s a novel with these features.
It’s a rather simple and short novel too. It isn’t written in any fancy way, and the prose is not literary or extraordinary beautiful. It’s rather cheeky actually, but it has heart. It’s a bibliophile’s kind of novel.
A lovely read.
Read August 17th 2013.