Today I finished reading Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens. I have a project going in which I am attempting to read every novel by Dickens. I expect to read about one novel per year, as they are quite time consuming. His novels, by length, are
- Dombey and Son (1.95)
- David Copperfield (1.91)
- Bleak House (1.91)
- Nicholas Nickleby (1.86)
- Martin Chuzzlewit (1.85)
- Little Dorrit (1.85)
- Our Mutual Friends (1.83)
- Pickwick Papers (1.72)
- Barnaby Rudge (1.41)
- The Old Curiosity Shop (1.19)
- Great Expectations (1.01)
- Oliver Twist (0.91)
- A Tale of Two Cities (0.78)
- Hard Times (0.58)
I've read the grey titles. The numbers are proportional to the length of the book (they should be
approximately the number of characters in the novel, in millions).
I liked Little Dorrit quite a bit. I especially liked the ending, the last 50 pages or so. As always in Dickens, there are some unexplainable coincidences and happenings. But I've come to expect that, so it doesn't bother me. I always love the tone, the spirit of his writing, and his words are often beautiful.
On a silly note, here is the shortest pangrammatic window in Little Dorrit:
'Why, mother, no,' returned Mr Meagles, 'not exactly there. I
can't quite leave it there; I must say just half-a-dozen words
more. Mrs Gowan, I hope I am not over-sensitive. I believe I
don't look it.'
What to read next? I think Our Mutual Friend or Pickwick Papers, since I picked up copies of those two at the last Friends of the Seattle Library sale. I have A Tale of Two Cities, but it's so short, I think I should save that for much later.