One of my goals this year is to read at least one book every month. Just like a majority of readers I'm a big fan of fiction, but I also love reading books about psychology and learning the reasons we behave the way we do. I'll admit I'm a sucker for a beautiful cover or a good memoir. I'll be reviewing my current reads, starting off with The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides.
Debuting with the Virgin Suicides in 1993, Jeffrey Eugenides depicts a horrifying and intriguing story of a bemused neighborhood and band of boys engrossed by the misery of the Lisbon girls. Written in a first person plural narrative, the narrator is never formally introduced, but expressed from the perspective of an anonymous group of adolescent boys who obsessed over the five beautiful Lisbon girls from across the street. Captivated in their youth, the now middle-aged men continue to try and make sense of the unexplainable suicides. As the girls turn to recluses, the house starts to emit a strange odor, and the sense of inexplicability heightens, the boys eagerness to understand is compelling. Depicting horrific occurrences in the most beautiful way, Eugenides tells a story of mystery, nostalgia, and idealization.