I spent most of my 20s teaching myself how to take pleasure in reading 18th century novels, so every now and then I try to read another one to stay in practice. So recently I started in on Camilla; or, a Picture of Youth, a behemoth of a novel by Fanny Burney, originally published in five volumes in 1796. My Oxford World's Classics edition comes in at a brick-like 957 pages of vanishingly small type. As I work my way through, the spine keeps cracking further, and it spills tiny chunks of dried glue from the desiccated binding all over my lap every time I sit down with it.
Fashionable feelings
Fashionable feelings
Fashionable feelings
I spent most of my 20s teaching myself how to take pleasure in reading 18th century novels, so every now and then I try to read another one to stay in practice. So recently I started in on Camilla; or, a Picture of Youth, a behemoth of a novel by Fanny Burney, originally published in five volumes in 1796. My Oxford World's Classics edition comes in at a brick-like 957 pages of vanishingly small type. As I work my way through, the spine keeps cracking further, and it spills tiny chunks of dried glue from the desiccated binding all over my lap every time I sit down with it.