I finished "The Warden" by Anthony Trollope, published in 1855. It was a small book given to my by my Mother-In-law.
If you give me a book, I HAVE to read it. I HAVE to. Even if I don't want to. I HAVE to. Fatal flaw.
His writing was funny. He had many "asides" aimed at the reader that I found humorous. But the book itself was o.k. I wasn't compelled by the characters. I found our Warden a bit spineless and just "meh." I finished it because it was quick. I read that Mr. Trollope was apparently loved by a lot of people. MAYbe I'll give his follow-up novel to this one (there are 5 in this series) a try.
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I'm the same way with books that are given to me. Tim's mom is always giving me books to read. I'm not so keen on her taste in books, but I read every single one! At least this one was quick. :)
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