A shift in reading

It took a couple of bottles of red, shared between two, at a Greek restaurant over lunch, to push me over the line. I caught a tram to Reader’s Feast, one of the superb independent bookshops available in Melbourne, and bought Jonathan Littell’s doorstopper The Kindly Ones. I’ve read so many reviews that exorciate the depravity of the immersive central character, so I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. But drawn in I am.