Freedom

I raced through the final pages of “Freedom” by Jonathan Franzen last night. I was reading it in bed cocooned under the mosquito net, the rest of the house in darkness around me. I shut the book at about midnight but it took me a while to get to sleep. I was too excited and to wrapped up in the characters to let it go. What an achievement—a book written on a grand scale about big ideas and requiring a serious commitment from the reader to pay attention.