Another Dickens novel off the list. I enjoyed this one much more than Bleak House (maybe because it was a quarter of the size?!) and got into it a lot more quickly.
Set against the backdrop of the French Revolution it flits between happenings in Paris and London. The characters lives are woven between the two cities in a story of increasing tension and peril.
It’s a lot less waffly than Bleak House and the pace of story telling is a lot better. You actually *want* to keep reading on… to find out if the Doctor has as much influence as he thinks, to see if Madame Defarge gets her comeuppance and to find out if Evremonde, called Darnay manages to keep his head….
Finally! I’ve finally finished this damn book. Don’t get me wrong. I like Charles Dickens normally. I watched the whole series of Dickensian on TV – brilliant. But this book! God, it’s heavy going. My Dad kept encouraging me, saying what a great book it was and how it would all come together. I suppose all the threads did resolve themselves but it could have done it in about 300 pages rather than the 800 odd that I struggled through.
Sorry Dad, not a fan 😦