I finally finished this novel a few days ago. I recollect the final 10% (I read it on my Kindle) being tedious and repetitive and I was skim reading it. Ultimately the biggest problem with this epic novel is that not nearly enough happens to justify the 700 - 800 pages. Yes, Donna Tartt can write and sometimes she has a way of writing that's so powerful and heartfelt, it feels like a punch in the guts. However hidden amongst the gems is an awful lot of meandering. Just because every Donna Tartt novel carries a massive weight of expectations doesn't mean that she shouldn't have an editor telling her less is more. I really enjoyed my time with Theo, the main character, until he becomes an adult and then he became this passive rather moody soul who I slowly grew tired off. There's a great novel in here somewhere, in particular dealing with themes like loss and love and death but somewhere, it all just gets lost. The final third, which will not spoil anything for you if I tell you that it's set in Amsterdam, (you learn this in the first few pages) is a massive let down, almost like the Hollywood Studios have dictated the direction the story should go. This is a book that will stay with you but sadly, not for all the right reasons.