The Heart's Invisible Furies

I have been getting toward the end of The heart's invisible furies by John Boyne. A compelling read and some portions have been just a little too close to things that are happening or have happened in my life. This morning as I was reading, someone asked what I was reading. I handed the book to him and said something like "it's the story of an Irish man from the 1940s and I'm in the '80s now." I rarely recommend a book to someone. Enjoying a particular book is such a personal thing. Again, more resonance in Furies when I read the following passage just now.

And I quote ....

"No, you're all right. I believe you," she said, waving my offer away. "Cyril then, if you prefer. What's that you're reading?"

I turned the book over to reveal a copy of Colm Toibín's The Story of the Night. I'd owned it for years but had never got around to reading it until now.

"Now, I haven't read that one," she said, picking it up and reading the back. "Is it any good?"

"It is," I said.

"Should I read it?"

"Well, that's up to you, really."

.... end quote

As it happens, I think The story of the night is my favorite book by Tóibín.