my first proper charles dickens novel.
(i've read a christmas carol, it's more of a novella.)
i finally understand what everyone is going on about when they talk about his powers of description. holy cow. talk about a wordsmith! i was constantly rereading sentences and passages trying to figure out what he was saying. (and sometimes i never got it, i just moved on and tried to glean out the meaning in context.) it definitely stretched my skills as a reader, which i appreciate.
this novel really brought home to me how violent and terrifying the french revolution was. i had no idea. here in america we talk about it with almost a sense of admiration and camaraderie, as it happened so close to our own. but i was horrified.
i can honestly say i had no idea what was going to happen in this book. i've never read the plot, never seen a movie version. i was just along for the ride. and the end, well, it devastated me. there was crying. and not of the gentle, romantic variety.
well played, mr. dickens. well played.
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