Reading

Today, I was reading for a few hours (maybe 4? Something like that) until I finished my book. The book, by the way, was Belinda by Maria Edgeworth. This is certainly not unusual for me. What's unusual is that I started this book maybe half a month or longer ago, and I just barely finished it. It was pretty good for the most part. There was just this small bit in the middle that seemed to bore me slightly. It is, of course, a nineteenth century British novel. Those are my favorites of late. Well, for a long time. Ever since I grew tired of fantasy books. In fact, even before then I started reading similar books.

Next I'm going to read The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole. This, although written during the same era and in the same general place, is slightly different. It's an early gothic novel, similar to those written by Ann Radcliffe such as The Mysteries of Udolpho which I was reading earlier. It's very short. When I finish it, I'll be reading the books from a series by Anthony Trollope. Trollope books are good, and the best thing is that there's a ton of them. So that should keep me occupied for a while. I'm going to go and start on my next book now.