The Color of Water

Oh Dear Rare Book,

I only meet one of you every few years. I can't put you down. But I do, because I don't want to be done with you. Welcome to the club.

Love,
Erin

Juliet, Naked

High Fidelity is in my top five movies. I think this scene alone made me fall in love and never look back. So when I saw Nick Hornby had a new novel out, I picked it up right away. And...5 months later, I finished it. Half the time I imagined a slightly older and unshaven John Cusack narrating it. Maybe because the main plot revolves around a musician, or maybe because Hornby continueously has that same mocking-bemoaning yourself thing going on in all of his books. Regardless, I enjoyed it, and was kind of disheartened when I looked up some reviews today and saw mostly Spark-note critiques that involved the plot summary and not much more. I was hoping to read more about Hornby, rather than the book I had just finished. He's developed some sort of pattern at this point, and I guess I had assumed the NYTimes had some expert that could tell me more about that. Maybe I just naively expected Hornby to write his own review.