Chance makes the thief.
What can one say? What everyone else is saying!
COMPELLING. Easy to fall into and get swept away, not wanting life to intrude and disrupt the story.
DICKENSIAN. Yea, OK. Poor little orphan boy grows up and meets interesting characters.
All centered around a painting acquired in a most unusual fashion (via a diversion being a terrorist bombing) by a kid who then knows not what to do with it nor whom to trust. Exquisitely painted (the painting AND this novel), chock-full of swings in temperature, attitude and social situations. A messy life sprinkled with meanness and kindness, confusion and love.
Worry! What a waste of time! All the holy books were right. Clearly ‘worry’ was the mark of a primitive and spiritually unevolved person. … Why did anyone ever worry about anything? Weren’t we, as sentient beings, put upon the earth to be happy, in the brief time allotted to us?
I thank LitLove for her post on the author which gave me my first reason I had for wanting to read this and I thank Vasilly and Athira for hosting an informal readalong at the end of the year. I thank Holly for the enthusiastic discussion over coffee about which character we liked best: Theo, Boris, Hobie, and finally, the little fearless bird chained to a shelf. FASCINATING.
Maybe the one had to be lost for the others to be found.