Oh dear me. Life happened. It turns out that a full-time job, studying for a professional qualification, conducting a long-distance relationship and planning a wedding are all rather time-consuming. Never mind that language degree that I’m apparently doing.
To atone for my sins, I present a veritable array of book reviews from the light-hearted Christmas reading fodder to Agnes Grey to The Girl with A Dragon Tattoo (which is really excellent).
I’m supposed to have finished Dickens by now. Oh dear. This isn’t looking good. H2B would chuckle at my over-eagerness.
The problem is also compounded by the fact that I decided to read all the Bronte books, not just the three or four on my original list.