I’ve been carrying this doorstop of a book, all 563 pages, around for what feels like months. And now that I can set it down, I’m a little sad about it. I feel like Pip, Tom, Leila, Anabel, Penelope and Andreas are family.
In thinking about how I would talk about this book with friends, I began to think of it this way—there are books where the circumstances are so real and the characters are over the top, and there are those where the characters are so real you could reach out and touch them, but the circumstances are crazy. Both scenarios equally entertaining, but very different reads.
“Purity” is the latter.
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