'with his protrusive ears spread on the pillow - and my mother's arm across his chest - he looked like a butterfly trapped by a cat.', A CAPITAL TOME, “The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression - and its natural language is pathos.”
Number six – A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
(As with most of the finest tomes, try not to read anything in advance on this novel, above and beyond that which you are about to do.)
A curious and clever tale riddled with humour and pathos, by one of sonmi’s favourite authors, about a most unusual child who grows up to be a character one cannot forget, and who is impossible not to miss, when you reach the end of the book.
“Owen meany who rarely wasted words and who had the conversation-stopping habit of dropping remarks like coins into a deep pool of water… remarks that sank, like truth, to the bottom of the pool where they would remain untouchable.” – John Irving