It's seven hundred and ninety five pages of teen-antsy type. It has sentences whose clauses wander off in all sorts of directions. The religious and literary references are beyond me. It has words and phrases like "mawworm of bachelors," "nullifidian," "hustings," "custos rotulorum," and "family quartering are scuttle-fish sable and commentator rampant." (Huh?)
I've been hooked ever since the first time Mrs. Cadwallader made me laugh. I mean how does Eliot get me to feel like I know her characters through and through with just a few words? And how perfect is this comparison - "... about as important as the surplus stock of false antiquities kept in a vendor's back chamber."?
We're only two weeks in. Ya'll could still join us.