We are all of us better when she is near us

I recently read Elizabeth Gaskell’s Cranford and both adored it and was bemused by it. I don’t quite know what I think Gaskell was doing with this book–or, even, what kind of book it is, in terms of basic genre distinctions. I’m pretty sure it’s fantasy of some sort though. Cranford is a series of…

Two Penguins enter, one Penguin leaves

I mentioned in my previous post that I recently read and greatly enjoyed Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters, unfinished though it may be. Part of my enjoyment of it–indeed, of my pleasure in all the Victorian door-stoppers I’ve made my way through in the past 18 months–was reading every single footnote provided by the hardworking…

Approaching normal

What have I been doing? Moving, renovating, cycling, being sick (hubby and I were laid low with food poisoning this week and I’m still not really okay), and reading. What have I been reading? I couldn’t recall when I typed that compellingly original rhetorical question; I actually had to check the Goodreads to see what…

Briefly surfacing

We have moved! I can’t recall what I’ve read in the meantime, except that it was all excellent (I think); I will consult Goodreads and return with a report. I am reading an excellent novel now–Elizabeth Gaskell’s Wives and Daughters–which possesses one of my favourite first lines so far encountered: “To begin with the old…