Book three completed. On to book four: Charlotte Lennox's The Female Quixote.
Okay, so things aren't gong exactly as I planned. Instead of spending five days on each book, I'm at about two weeks. Slow progress, to be sure. And I don't think Lennox's 1752 satire is going to speed things up any. Not that I expect it will be bad -- it's just 400 pages long, small print and densely written.
I loved book three: The Romance of the Forest. Radcliffe was a wonderful writer, even if she seems to have overdosed on travellogues somewhere along the way. And that's one of the other problems with a reading challenge like this: if I find a writer I very much enjoy, I don't feel I can take the time to track down and read all of her other books.
Oh well... rules are made to be broken, I guess.
I may have to use the fire place to thin the ranks of the unread books. What do you think?
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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