Saskatoon, Saskatchewan
Saskatoon, SK,

Upon delving into a good book, I immediately enter into a relationship with the author, the characters, and the story. Each love affair is unique. I often find myself embedded in the world the author has created.

    My heart rarely beats faster than in the first moment I walk into a bookstore. As I take a couple steps passed the entrance, I stop to look around, breath in, and smile. My senses are heightened, my mind is clear, and I feel at peace.

    My adoration of bridges follows suit. Living in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan has sparked my appreciation for these beautiful pieces of architecture. To me, stepping onto a bridge evokes a sense of freedom. A bridge can symbolize the choice to cross over to a new era, to take on a new adventure, or to strive for a new circumstance.

    Whether it is a book, a movie, a collection of music, et cetera, I aspire to share my take on the pieces of work I encounter. I hope you enjoy what my site has to offer as I'll use it to share reviews and my views.

The Imperfectionists

The most alluring element of this novel is its title: The Imperfectionists. Many of us can relate to seeking perfection through our actions, through our words, and through all aspects of life. This novel’s young author, Tom Rachman, does not shy away from imperfections; in fact, he relishes in them.

This book elegantly exposes the lives of those dedicated to an English newspaper based out of Rome. Every second chapter explores the life – however imperfect – of a newspaper staffer. These life explorations alternate with important narratives, which shed light on the backstory of the paper and those involved since its conception.

This read is addictive. As each chapter comes to a close, I am left with many unanswered questions and an unfulfilled desire for resolution. I feel uncomfortable not knowing how each character’s life might unfold.

As I put this read to rest, the last pages thankfully tie up a few loose ends. There is some solace found in knowing that Arthur Gopal has moved on to a prestigious paper in New York City, that Herman Cohen is happily retired in Philadelphia where he spends his days with his grandchildren, and that Kathleen Solson has returned to her old newspaper in Washington.

Tom Rachman’s incessant display of control is indeed both lovely and irritating, and, in the end, he leaves me slightly tormented. I really want to read more… and I would guess that’s what he’s going for.