"Middlemarch" by George Eliot. The book's 912 pages is intimidating to me. It's on many Best Book lists and it sounds great so I hope to get to it next year.

I was force fed 'Night Runners of Bengal' by John Masters for my Eng Lit 'O' Level, hated the bloody thing.

A million years later it still irked that I never really got it and tracked down a copy on Ebay. I still didn't like it, didn't finish it and thought life's too short for this and gave it to charity

Vanity fair & Anna Karenina. I meant to read a few classics but they didn't grip me. Too much like soap operas. I stuck it out with Moby Dick though. Great read.

So many books. So little time.

“Humans Of New York,” Stories. A daughter mailed it for my last birthday.. I’m savoring it?

what's a holiday read?

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