I finished reading
Great Expectations the other day. I recently made it a goal to read (and reread in some cases) all of Charles Dickens' novels. The last time I read
Great Expectations I was in ninth grade. I was surprised at how much I had forgotten. I find reading to be a therapeutic experience; I always gain impression and insights worth remembering.
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If I may share one:
Mr. Wemmick in
Great Expectations I feel is a lot like me. He utterly divides his life in two. He has his (almost soulless) work for Mr. Jaggers, but he also enjoys a warm, eccentric home life. He intentionally never mixes the two. I feel I am the same way. When at work I rarely seem to think about home, and while at home, I rarely seem to think about work. It seems to work well for Mr. Wemmick, and it seems to work well for me.
I started my next Dickens' text the other day:
Little Dorrit. This is NOT a reread; I have never read it before. I project to be done by November by reading at least a chapter a day. Look for a full report then!
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