Glass Houses

W​ow. Just, wow. I was absolutely blown away by this writing. T​he first word that

comes to mind is “depth”. With the world building, the characters, the dialogue, the

topics, everything really. Every chapter added a new layer to the world that put you deeper into the story. I felt like I was sitting in the courtroom, standing on the green, and browsing the bookstore. 

I could have easily been friends with all the characters. Every single one of them was so sarcastic and snippy and real with each other. Part of what makes a great story is characters that the reader can relate to, and I related with all the characters in one way or another. Whether it was the quirky artist or the town’s crazy poet lady. They had such genuine reactions to their circumstances and how they lived out their relationships with each other.

Armand Gamache was especially well crafted to be relatable on a very deep level. His inner struggles with doing the right thing. Even if it went against what was decent or acceptable or expected. Or even against his own beliefs. I could feel his inner turmoil.

I​t comes back to that word, “depth”. It is a rare occurrence that a work of fiction causes me to question my perspectives or stances on things. But this one did. Why do I feel this way about this topic? How much of what I believe is me and how much is my family? My culture? My society? 

O​verall the flow of the story was so smooth. I didn’t find anything unnecessary. No random scenes that were there just to be there. Every sentence had a place, every period strategic. I don’t think I will ever get over this writing. 

I​f you are a lover of crime/mystery, I highly recommend giving Glass Houses a chance. I think you’ll be happy you did.