Never has a book taken me so long to read, I’m not even sure if I like it yet.
It’s a strange position to be in as a reader. I don’t want to stop reading because I need to know what happens, but at the same time I don’t want to know. A Little Life is so well written, so intelligent, and I wish I cared as much as I did with A Secret History. As much as I love Donna Tartt, A Little Life surpasses it in the quality of prose.
I have a feeling this book is going to blow my mind, and I’ll never want to read it again.
‘”Video, ergo est,” said Laurence, suddenly. I see therefore it is. He smiled. “And that’s exactly what applied math is. But pure math is more”-he thought again-“Imaginor, ergo est.”
I never been so in love with prose.