A story about secrets that tear you apart, growing up and learning how to live even if you don't have much love left for life. All across the story: A painting that carries meaning across time.

At times, the story seemed directionless to me, but it slowly found direction throughout the book. Donna Tartt's atmospheric writing and situational poetry were very immersive. About some aspects of the story, I am still unsure; there are definitely some riddles left for me to think about.

I am unsure if I found the book too long or just right. The book felt like it told more than one story, and I’m still unsure if the end concluded every single of those stories for me. Maybe these stories will go on in my head for a while. An unusual, but good feeling.

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