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Slow going, reading Middlemarch by George Eliot.

Well, unfortunately it’s been another busy day today, so not got too far with the reading. I have picked up the book though, so am not feeling totally guilty. I’m still finding it quite slow going, and am not feeling particularly drawn to any of the characters. I wasn’t expecting so many religious overtones, but given  that it’s set in 19th century rural England I guess I should’ve known better. I’m determined to keep with it though, not only because people have told me it’s worth it, but also because…well, when I’ve set myself a challenge I like to keep to it.

With the weekend coming up, hopefully I’ll sit down and have a good hour’s read to get myself into it as so far it’s only been me catching a few moments reading whenever I can. As Lauren put it, I will keep fighting the good fight. Until tomorrow then…


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A trip to the library.

Well, I’ve been a bit naughty today and only read the prologue and first few pages of Middlemarch, but in my defence I only made it to the library to stock up on books this afternoon. I had a nice tete-a-tete with the librarian about The Five People You Meet in Heaven, turns out she’s a fan as well. Then another woman overheard us and asked what book we were talking about…the word is spreading.

I’ve ordered more books in as well, getting myself organised. Last time I went the librarian warned me that Middlemarch was going to be a long read, obviously I didn’t look up to the job, this only served to make me more determined to read it and so Middlemarch became destined to be my next book. I think, perhaps, it is going to be more of a challenge than the books I’ve read so far, for one it’s the oldest book I’ve tackled…I’ll be able to add a 19th century category to the blog. Also, the story looks a lot broader (although, how can any story be broader than Orlando? Hmm). Suffice to say I haven’t been put off by the pages I’ve read so far, but neither have I been gripped. We shall see.

Book number four…Middlemarch by George Eliot.


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