I finished reading Jane Eyre this evening.
It was great. A big draggy in the middle section, but it picked up again towards the end. I found myself leaning forward (not breathlessly, but still in anticipation) to see how it would all end. It was better than Mansfield Park, certainly. More plot driven, which is what I like, and the characters felt more solid and real. I like that, too. It was quite a long book – about one hundred pages longer than the Austen novel – but it went by quickly. I don’t want to rehash the plot or talk about surprises in it in case somebody hasn’t read it yet and plans to. But it was a surprising and satisfying finish.
I’m looking over my bookshelves to decide what I’ll move on to next. I have Imre Kertész books – several of them – ready to go, along with two more Derek Raymond crime novels. Moby Dick has been hanging out on the shelf for a while now, and I will eventually get to it. I started reading a fantasy novel this evening, though – Karen Miller’s The Innocent Mage, and I think I’ll probably read that for now. So many books to read! And naturally I am comparing my pace to the last few years on my reading spreadsheet (yes, I keep a spreadsheet, which now spans 2009-2013) to see where I am. Of course I am.