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Sunday, 12 October 2008


I can't say as I'm very fond of Dickens either, with the exception of a select few pieces, but damned if your post didn't make me want to read some!

Thanks for the review - very refreshing. I am ashamed to admit I have never read any Dickens. I know I should - but other books just keep getting in the way. One day, soon...maybe.

Dickens has written a ew depressing novels and this is one of them. Dickens is a master of creating weird haraters which make sense when you are reading his novels. But when you analyze those, they simply seem ridiculuos.

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