On to better things. My third book in my quest is my second book by 18th Century gothic romance novelist Ann Radcliffe, The Romance of the Forest.
So far, I'm on page 24 and, once again, I'm loving Radcliffe's writing. And what a great premise. Right now, our characters are making camp at a deserted abbey in the middle of nowhere (well, France but its remotest parts).
It's nice to be reading something that makes me want to pick up the book again every time I"m forced to put it down.
Wonderful stuff./
and only 25 years to read them. I counted the books in my home and found out that, between my partner and me, we have 1399 books in total. They run the gamut from science fiction to philosophy to feminist theory to graphic novels to poetry and plays. Then I counted how many of these books I had actually read from cover to cover: 276. Yikes. How embarrassing. So now I've committed myself to reading every book in the house before I die. Follow my adventures in reading here.
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