After a long hiatus, I am back and ready to work on my neglected book blog before it puts itself up for an adoption. Even though I am putting off blogging, that doesn't mean that I've stopped reading. For the past few months, I have managed to (re)read Charles Dicken's Great Expectations, Diane Setterfield's Thirteenth Tale, several (and might I add, amazingly well-written) books (in Chinese translation) by an up and coming young Japanese writer called Nanae Aoyama, as well as a few other not-so-impressive books that are not worth mentioning.
Right now, I am somewhere at Mansfield Park. There is a ball tomorrow night, and it will be the first one that Fanny Price has ever been to. Who would her sweet little heart finally go out to? Her kind cousin Edmund Betram? Or playboy Henry Crawford?
No, don't tell me.