It’s a massive book and I didn’t highlight a ton from it, and a lot of the passages would make little sense without context, but here is one example of many of the passages that cracked me wide open: All of these things swirl around and are true about the book but to describe it like that still doesn’t really feel right. It seems like it’s set in modern times but it’s also unclear exactly if it is or where or when if so. It’s a book about families and relationships, being a child and growing up, love and heartbreak. It is, as one reviewer put it, “mysteriously affecting.”…On top of that, I feel like it put me in an altered state of consciousness that often lasted for 6–12 hours, best described as a deep feeling of serenity. Little, Big is simply one of the best novels I’ve ever read, and even that doesn’t do it justice. Similar to what Tim Ferriss describes in a glowing review from one of his 5 Bullet Friday’s: I definitely remember many moments after reading where it stuck with me over the course of a morning or evening in a way not many books have ever done. I certainly wouldn’t consider Little, Big by John Crowley one of the best novels I’ve ever read, or would I? It’s certainly one of the most interestingly strange and effecting fiction books I’ve read. Only in the most unusual cases is it useful to determine whether a book is good or bad.
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