I was warned that as part of IB English next year I will be expected to read the terrifying colossus of literature that is Dicken’s “Great Expectations”. Since hardly any of the grade elevens I know actually finished the book (I have a feeling spark notes and I are going to become well acquainted next year) I thought it would be for the best to get it out of the library and get a head start over the summer. I picked a pretty copy, steeled myself for a long, dry read…and am actually quite enjoying myself. In one day I’ve finished a fifth of the horrendous monster I was warned against- I would have read more but a wild John Green novel appeared.
…So sue me, I love a good eighteenth century book.