It was the best of posts, it was the worst of posts...

I can't help but pass on a little article I found about one of my favorite books, this is supposed to be a blog about my books, but who cares about them when such people as Dickens leave their all too wonderful books lying around where anyone might read them?  Go read Dickens, forget lesser literature!

Looking for the great modern epic, the novel of the century?

Good luck on the search, but it certainly is not to be found in such an obscure place as this.  Here be only fairy tales and other such nonsense.  I leave the more 'sensible' writing to the protégés of modern lit. 

Other than covers

I have finally read Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility.  This is exciting because it is only the second Jane Austen novel I have managed to finish.  I never thought to pick it up because I did not like the version of the movie I had seen, but I caught a different version of the film and rather liked it so decided to endure the book which is worth the read.  Maybe I should revisit Emma; I gave up in boredom after about a hundred pages.  Perhaps one should not judge a book by a film adaptation.  Fear not, that will likely never be a problem with my writing!