The Casual Vacancy

This book made me cry.
It started out really boring, and I kept repeating to myself that this is not J.K. Rowling. This is some other writer, except for the criteria that distinguishes her from other writers which is the frequent usage of parentheses.
But the last 250 pages, they were a dream. They passed with me feeling a thing. I started flipping pages like a maniac, wanting to know what will happen.
And it was beautiful. This book is beautiful. J.K. Rowling can, so successfully, delve into the human nature while still being able to adapt it to our civilization. She was able to intricately weave a beautiful microcosm which reflects the macrocosm where we live.
I cannot imagine a person who can master writing about the deepest secrets of a variety of people in a small town threatened by civil war.
This was beautiful.
I loved it.
It made me cry.
I wish it never ended.