Limited reading time this week meant that although I had only read about eighty pages I had wasted two evenings on it, I think I resent that more than anything. I managed around 80 pages – frankly amazed I read that much. I knew I was in for plenty of early nineteenth century gothic storytelling, lust, adultery, murder, guilt, divisions of race and class and the consequences of transgression – I just found the very idea of all that in less than 300 hundred pages pretty wearying. Admittedly I had approached the book with grim resignation – never the best attitude to approach a book. I started reading Zofloya, or The Moor (1806) by Charlotte Dacre in the middle of a very busy, exhausting week, when my reading time was horribly short. This week for the first time I shall arrive having not read the book. Gossiping, talking politics, setting the word to rights over chips and cider before we finally get around to talking about our book. On Wednesday of this week I will be attending my very small book group – essentially as things stand it is four of us meeting in a bar.
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