♦♦ I finished this book a week or two ago and decided to let it settle in before I wrote about it. This very long story kept me until the end, but only because I’d already invested so much time in it. About 3/4 of the way through, I just wanted it to end. I was so frustrated with the character that I started rolling my eyes in exasperation. The story kept telling me he was a smart person, but I guess, just like in real life, smart people do stupid things. . . but over, and over, and over? I wanted to love the book. I love the premise, but I like to love the characters. I just didn’t. I feel a bit hypocritical because I like “real” and “gritty” but this one just missed my mark. Lots of people rated this book very highly, but The Goldfinch didn’t sing to me.