My rating: 4 of 5 stars
What. A. Book.
Diane Setterfield has a way with words, a freshness that lingers on long after one has read the last page and closed it. I finished the book 2-3 hours ago and I still haven’t really come out of it. It’s almost as if I have watched a movie – so vivid was the narrative and the flow! I could feel the cold from the snow and the misty forever-twilight of a little Yorkshire town. I could sense the desperation and pain as if it were my own.
The Thirteenth Tale is a story of 2 writers – one (Margaret Lea) writing the biography of another (Vida Winter). It’s a tale of twins, of sisterhood and pain, of loss. And a common thread among all of this? Books! Oh, the books! I’m yet to read a more passionate description of what books mean to a bibliophile than what I read here. If you’re anywhere near as book crazy as me, you would identify with every single word, every single action, every single feeling that Margaret feels towards her books.
This book may not be in the ‘un-put-downable’ category for most, but it will keep you engrossed. The trick lies in experiencing the book, not just reading it for the sake of the story. To me that’s defines the primary purpose of reading – to travel to far off places, meet new people, have new adventures – all the while staying right in your couch at home!