The going is rough. This is not my style of literature - so many long, rambling sentences, but with a vastly different structure from the more restrained Victorian rambling sentences, and such sudden transitions to different subjects, time periods, settings. It's all a little disorienting, and I don't think I'll know what to make of it until I've read quite a bit more. It's hard to concentrate here. My room is 100 degrees and everywhere else is noisy or uncomfortable. But I will soldier on.
PS Dana join the blog, dammit.
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