The Heart’s Invisible Furies by John Boyne follows the life of Cyril Avery (not a real Avery, you understand), who is adopted by way of a hunchback redemptorist nun.
I didn’t judge this book by its cover, but by its title. It’s a bit fancy and a bit inspirational at the same time. The blurb hooked me in as a quirky read I might like, with a bit of mystery thrown in.
Each of the characters and sub-plots stood well on their own as well as staying relevant to Cyril as he made his mistakes, and slowly found his way. Their eccentric selves entangling themselves nicely in his life.
I laughed. A lot. Out loud and in public, which is the best way to enjoy well written humour. And when I got to the end I had a proper cry. Because life is beautiful, and unfair, and things which should happen don’t, and things which should never happen, do. Ok, so maybe there was a good dose of hormones and medication and stress involved in that reaction. But still, it was emotional. And a part of me loves a book that gives you a good cathartic cry. I mean, it’s just words, but when they are so true and so devastating…I am in awe of that.
So you might guess I’d recommend this, medication etc notwithstanding.