![]() And it starts with a murder! I trust my friends’ judgement, and they know what kind of stories I love, so I’m not surprised that this book seized hold of my brain and wouldn’t release it back into the mundane world until I finished the last page two days later. Mysterious young people with secrets! Pagan activities in the woods! The perils of academia tragically wasted youth manipulative teachers well dressed young lads hilarity in country homes! Heck, it even takes place in rural Vermont, where I’ve been spending so much time lately. For years, my bookish friends have been insisting that I should pick it up ASAP, because it’s about everything I love. ![]() The Secret History was written bloody ages ago, published when I was but two years old, but I only got around to reading it just now. Any time I wasn’t reading I was wishing that I could, and it was quite a busy week for me so there was less spent with the actual novel and more time spent cursing at my steering wheel about the impossibility (or, rather, the illegality) of reading during one’s commute. Instead, here’s an excerpt from my latest blog post about how hard it is to return to the real world after getting sucked into a really good book.Īll week, a significant chunk of my attention was always absent from the task at hand, because I was reading an extremely compelling book. ![]() ![]() I don’t know if I’m smart enough to write a real review of The Secret History, and I’m certainly not feeling eloquent or organized enough to attempt one right now. ![]()
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