Is there any greater feeling than the one you get when a book truly meets your expectations, but also completely takes you by surprise? I find that with GoodReads and podcasts and book blogs (represent) and the million other ways to access book recommendations, it’s so easy to learn the crux (and sometimes way more than just the crux) of a book and so hard to maintain that element of surprise. So when it happens, when I find a book that I am excited about without really knowing what to expect, I get all sorts of bookish feels.
This happened to me recently when I read The Flamethrowers by Rachel Kushner; it provided me with what I can only describe as the perfect reading experience.
Essentially, all I knew about it was that there were people I trusted who loved it, and it had something to do with the 70s, New York and rock ‘n’ roll. That’s it. And this was fairly accurate. It’s set in NY in the 70s and someone is playing rock ‘n’ roll in there somewhere but it’s also about motorcycles and ‘coming of age’ and loneliness and art and, I could go on, but the more I say, the less chance I’m giving you of having the same reading experience. Suffice it to say, the book is freaking awesome. Read it.
Before The Flamethrowers, I can’t remember the last time this happened to me, but I want it to happen more often, so I guess I should stop spending all my free time on the ‘book-ternet’ hey?