Literary Craving

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The truth is it's been lying dejectedly on a dusty shelf for who knows how long. I'm truly, deeply ashamed, since it was Dickens' Tale of Two Cities that started my passion for both the English language and English literature.

There's a sad (for me at least) story about this book. You must realize that I'm a hopeless case when it comes to books. The world goes to a standstill when I hear someone mention the word book or reading (I even strained my neck to try to catch the title of a book someone's reading on a film! Yes, institutionalize me, please) Anyway, I was once in this classroom and the teacher was talking to a student while the rest of the class was supposed to be doing something else. I was daydreaming or something until the magic words caught my attention. She couldn't believe this boy was reading Bomarzo. I looked up, he looked at me and flashed the loveliest of smiles. He kept doing that for several days (smiling at me, that is) and gosh! he even tried to talk to me. I could see it but (oh silly, pathetic girl) never really understood what he wanted until it was too late. I never saw him again. So all that remains from that boy is the book he was reading. Silly, isn't it?. Yet, to honour that memory I'm going to read this book.


Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke ( p 800)

I've been meaning to read this one for far too long.