Book finished. Finished it two days ago, and didn’t trust myself not to gush about it. Two days later, still thinking about it. As an enjoyer of books rather than a reviewer of books, I gotta say Amor Towles gave me a lot to think about.
Funny thing. My roommate suggested I start reading Fifty Shades of Grey. I started, not really know what it’s about, and then I immediately stopped reading it. It’s crap. Utter crap. Its only saving grace is all the sex. But I grew up reading regency romance novels, and I have a particular taste when it comes to sex in novels; and Fifty Shades of Crap does not meet my standards.
Essentially, attempting to read a really shitty book right after I just finished a really good one makes me miss the really good one all the more. Now I’m frantically looking for the next book that will give me the butterflies in the stomach, head over heels in love feeling just so I can get over Rules. Ugh. I’ve got a literary hang over.