I just made a really amazing discovery. Apparently
audible.com, an audiobook download site, has started offering a month's trial that includes a free audiobook you keep even if you cancel your subscription. I'm definitely going to take advantage of this offer.
Due to
wisewoman's outpourings, I'm thinking of getting the Anna Massey-narrated
Rebecca, but then again there are so
many goodies on there ... Jonathan Pryce doing
My Cousin Rachel, Amanda Root doing
Jane Eyre, Stephen Thorne doing Cadfael, Alan Rickman doing
The Return of the Native, and perhaps best of all, Derek Jacobi doing various Tolkien children's stories!
Fanny wrote:Now, I can agree with you on that.
Of the four or five Eliot I've read,
Middlemarch was the one I enjoyed the most and liked the best.
Well, I'm not quite sure I can agree with
that.
I'd have to reread
Silas Marner before I could decide whether that or
Middlemarch is my favorite, and even then I might not be able too. Regardless, they're both among my favorite books ever.
malkah wrote:Would
The Mill on the Floss be a good one to read next?
Daniel Deronda is a bit too much to tackle right now.
Probably. Most people who don't consider
Middlemarch Eliot's best novel go for
Mill. There are certainly some remarkable things about it I love, principally the childhood scenes and the romantic sections in the Red Deeps, but as far as I'm concerned it rather drops in quality for the last two thirds of the book. Maybe it was due to my rather high expectations ... another reread, I fear?
Amira Tair wrote:I agree with Lysander
Smart girl.
220: I'll have to read the Bedier. Honestly, I'm not all that fond of the basic
Tristan and Isolde story, which isn't about "true love" at all, love potion or no. Interestingly, Rosemary Sutcliff shares your views on the potion, and refused to include it in her retelling, which I absolutely loved. She even makes Isolde of the White Hands fairly sympathetic.
Bella: This is the passage that convinced me maybe Rochester "deserved," if you can call it, a second chance:
"Jane! you think me, I daresay, an irreligious dog: but my heart swells with gratitude to the beneficent God of this earth just now. He sees not as man sees, but far clearer: judges not as man judges, but far more wisely. I did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower--breathed guilt on its purity: the Omnipotent snatched it from me. I, in my stiff-necked rebellion, almost cursed the dispensation: instead of bending to the decree, I defied it. Divine justice pursued its course; disasters came thick on me: I was forced to pass through the valley of the shadow of death. His chastisements are mighty; and one smote me which has humbled me for ever. ... Of late, Jane--only--only of late--I began to see and acknowledge the hand of God in my doom. I began to experience remorse, repentance; the wish for reconcilement to my Maker. I began sometimes to pray: very brief prayers they were, but very sincere. ... I asked of God, at once in anguish and humility, if I had not been long enough desolate, afflicted, tormented; and might not soon taste bliss and peace once more. That I merited all I endured, I acknowledged--that I could scarcely endure more, I pleaded; and the alpha and omega of my heart's wishes broke involuntarily from my lips in the words--'Jane! Jane! Jane!'"