Atonement.
I finished reading McEwan’s Atonement last night (want the honest-to-goodness truth? I was up until 3am finishing the novel, with only a candle to light my way due to the power outage; I couldn’t get my hands off it), and I just can’t accurately describe how much I fell in love with the story. During the middle I was so sure I already knew how it would end, but I guessed wrong. The author is so gifted in his creativity. By the ending, my face was streaked with tears. Others probably wouldn’t have cried, but at least sympathized with Briony and the other characters. I am not good with reviews, and therefore have to admit my incompetence in writing one up here for Atonement. It would be an understatement to say that it was an interesting read, or a must-read, or a ‘good novel.’ It was very well-written, descriptive, and captivating. I must have looked up a hundred words because they were too deep or uncommon, but the book was not just embedded with fancy words or very detailed scenes or good relaying of intense emotions. Apart from its themes and conflicts being expressed vividly, the story was very… arresting… That anyone who has read Atonement would not have the ability to deny its greatness…
