Bel Canto [from wakingslow.com]
After Christmas, I read Truth and Beauty, a memoir by Ann Patchett. I finally got around to reading her most acclaimed novel, Bel Canto. I don't frequently choose books because of authors, and I think I would have been unlikely to have chosen this one otherwise. I think I would describe it as more romantic and ambient than things I usually read. It took me a while to really be drawn in, but once I was, the last 100 pages or so blew by. I have a couple qualms with the ending, but other than that, a quality read. Patchett's style is appealing: somewhat sparse, with few overdrawn missteps.
{special to lj: hey, decemberthirty, while reading this I thought it seemed more like a you-book than a me-book. have you read it?}
{special to lj: hey, decemberthirty, while reading this I thought it seemed more like a you-book than a me-book. have you read it?}