Just finished Nicholas Nickleby at last. It took me so long to get through it, but believe me: I love those books which, when you finally finish the last setence, leave you with a sense of having encountered something moving and wonderful, something that alters you permanently.
I loved this novel. Hurrah for the classics!
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I find most of Dicken's books (aside from the Christmas Carol) with an almost definite melancholy whang/resonance to them. Talented, Brilliant, Genius that Dickens was, he's kind of depressing for me to read. But perhaps I haven't read enough of them yet.
I prefer Diana Wynne Jones any day.
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