The Improbability of Love by Hannah Mary Rothschild

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I didnt think i would fall in love with this book. lol. the irony of it. it is one book i wished i had bought it instead of borrowing it from the local library. but i am definitely glad that i picked it up after a quick glance through the ‘R’ shelves. Usually i would rush through a book on loan because i have to catch up with the return date, but with this one, i chose to slow down to devour it page by page and wished it had not ended.

So many things i love about the book, so rich and flows so beautifully from one chapter to another, even the change from one character to another feels flawless. from Annie, to Jesse, to Barty, Winkleman, to Moi the most important painting ever and even to out of nowhere russian Vlad. each character seems to be given their fair share of voice although Annie is the main person because, really, this whole ‘mess’ starts from her purchasing an apparently valuable art piece from a junk shop.

effortlessly sifting through relationships, mother-daughter love hate relationship, father-daughter vs employer employee, deep loyalty and trust, heritage and culture, that titles does not equate to fortune and wealth, honesty and deceit, art and food interlaced beautifully. it is mainly about just being human no matter who you are, i go through past and present like a dream of storytellings, humour and pain felt so normal and original there is no pretense in the characters.

i am not a foodie nor do i know anything about the art world, but reading this book, i could appreciate these two worlds. finished the book feeling satisfied after a sumptuous delectable dinner, leaving me with such fine tastes, i am full but i dont mind a bit more.

it is a beautiful world, after all.

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