The Good Thief

There are books that I connect immediately with, there are books that I find my groove after 30 pages or so. And there are books that I have to fight with tooth or nail to finish.

The Good Thief by Hanna Tinti was one of the third, unfortunately. It was a restless book, an impatient one. I had a very tough time connecting to any of the characters, and I could not really find any hook with the plot at all.

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I struggled right off the bat to find sync with the time period. Maybe it’s because I’ve had my head lost in the medieval world, swimming between reading Kingkiller and then watching Game of Thrones (which I watched from beginning to end in about a week’s time). I could not picture this in turn-of-the-century Industrial New England. It just wasn’t sticking.

After that, the characters just slid down the hill. The orphanage was one we’ve seen in every story since Dickens. In fact, most of this book felt like Oliver Twist. And maybe that’s why I didn’t like it. I’ve never been a Dickens fan. The problem is, I couldn’t even tell you who Fagen is, because there were too many grungy old crazy guys.

And then there’s the title. The Good Thief. Maybe I was too distracted by everything else to figure out where the “good” was. He fed a dwarf, I guess, when the dwarf’s sister was too sick to care for him. But that wasn’t really a main part of the story. Other than that, he was a graverobber, who sold dead bodies to a doctor.

*shrug*

This book was a miss for me. And unfortunately, as a result this is a HORRIBLY written review.

Now you see what I mean by STREAM OF THOUGHT?!

I promise, I have notes upon notes for the other book I’m reading. I really am enjoying this blog, and I hope you guys are too. Back to my beer and the gorgeous evening we have tonight!

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