So I've been reading (and reading...and reading) Bleak House for uni. It's taken me weeks to get through it and I still have about 100 pages to go. Not even Middlemarch earlier in the semester was this much of a slog.
I've come to the conclusion that I just don't like Dickens. I've tried...but I just simply don't. The 33% Rule (now The 25% Rule) would well and truly have been invoked in this instance if it weren't for the need to read this for my studies. I'll be glad when I'm done with it. And I'm glad I've decided I''m not going to read anymore Dickens. This feels like somewhat of a failure on my part (after all, I am about to graduate with an Eng. Lit. degree) but I...just...don't...care. Now, where's my copy of War and Peace...

