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Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close By Jonathan Safran Foer

Synopsis: Nine-year-old Oskar Schell has embarked on an urgent, secret mission that will take him through the five boroughs of New York.
His goal is to find the lock that matches a mysterious key that belonged to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on the morning of September 11.
This seemingly impossible task will bring Oskar into contact with survivors of all sorts on an exhilarating, affecting, often hilarious, and ultimately healing journey...
This is a new favorite (maybe even my very favorite). What an incredible, thought-provoking book! It not only made me cry, but it also made me laugh out loud as well. It was a bittersweet story of a child with a brilliant mind, a broken heart, and an injured soul that desperately seeks for a way to deal with his tremendous loss.
I have to say that in the beginning of the book, I found it hard to follow. The narrative was confusing as it changes from one character to another without warning or explanation. The first time I tried to read this book, I actually gave up and read something else. I wouldn't want this to cause anyone to give up all together, so let me explain - This book is not just about Oskar, but also about his grandparents as well. The narrative jumps between Oskar, his Grandfather & his Grandmother. I wasn't aware of that and it confused me. That being said, once I got used to the narrative, I thought the author told the story with wisdom and insights that were profound & beautiful. It was truly a superb & unforgettable book!
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