What an amazing book
I've just finished Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha. Wow.
I started this book last weekend. All week I've been eager for the end of each workday so I could read more on the subway . . . and I've stayed up past my bedtime reading it several nights . . . and I couldn't wait to finish it this morning.
There is no pretentious "serious literature" feel to this book. It is intensely -- intensely, intensely -- suspenseful, just through talking about human interactions. I find it hard to believe that a man was able to write this; how did he manage to live inside the heads of a bunch of women so thoroughly?
Yes, I know they made this into a movie -- but as with other books I love, I can't stand the thought of watching it, because it will be wrong through no fault of its own.
I started this book last weekend. All week I've been eager for the end of each workday so I could read more on the subway . . . and I've stayed up past my bedtime reading it several nights . . . and I couldn't wait to finish it this morning.
There is no pretentious "serious literature" feel to this book. It is intensely -- intensely, intensely -- suspenseful, just through talking about human interactions. I find it hard to believe that a man was able to write this; how did he manage to live inside the heads of a bunch of women so thoroughly?
Yes, I know they made this into a movie -- but as with other books I love, I can't stand the thought of watching it, because it will be wrong through no fault of its own.