Sunday, 10 February 2013

twelve.

A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (1854)

 “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,it was the season of light,it was the season of darkness,it was the spring of hope,it was the winter of despair.” 

After spending many years in the Bastille, and many years living isolated and making shoes, Mr Manette is reunited with his unknown daughter, Lucie, who has been living in London. Mr Manette who used to be a doctor is mentally ill, and Lucie tries her best to get him back on his feet again. On their way back to England, they meet a young French man, Charles Darnay, who ends up charged for high treason, but is acquitted and then falls in love with Lucie. But the little happy family is soon in danger thanks to their past and the French Revolution.

My 4th Dickens and still I struggle. I just get lost in all the words and then don't get the action at all. I think I finally got it around halfway through. But that doesn't mean that the book is bad or boring. I really enjoyed it despite not getting the whole story straight with all the names, spies and counter-spies. One of the main reasons for this is that it is set in the midst of the French Revolution and you get thrown right in to it. I also admired the way Ms Pross kicked arse at the end. 

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