On Sunday, I was in a bit of a panic about reading Barchester Towers. I was up against a deadline: a December 11 stop on The Classics Circuit’s Anthony Trollope tour. And I felt a bit like the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, running late and all that. My greatest fear was not finishing this 533-page book in time. I should worried more about finishing it, full stop.
I gave it my best, really I did, but the rabbit went astray at about the 25% mark. See, there he is, lost in the grass:
I’m still collecting my thoughts about why this book didn’t work for me, and I’ll discuss this further in Saturday’s post.
The bunny looks much more relaxed now. See you Saturday!