The Last Enchantments, by Charles Finch was a very exciting book for me to read because of the way it contained seemingly opposite classifications. As a reader, I enjoyed my time with the book in my hand, stayed up too late trying to find out what would happen to the characters, and thought about the book for long periods of time after I’d put it down. These are all good things. However, as a writer and someone who has studied literature I found the book even more interesting in its ability to be both old fashioned and contemporary, both about adulthood and a coming of age story, and both endearing and disapproving. Continue reading “The Last Enchantments, by Charles Finch”