I have finished Clarissa! *moons Samuel Richardson*
Oi! Sam! I bet you thought your giant book would beat me, but no! *cocks a snook* And by virtue of this blog, I have been able to look back and see when… Continue reading
Oi! Sam! I bet you thought your giant book would beat me, but no! *cocks a snook* And by virtue of this blog, I have been able to look back and see when… Continue reading
I am on page 1000! With normal books, written by non-crazy people who weren’t Samuel Richardson, this might signal getting somewhere, but nope, I’m only two-thirds of the way through. Basically, to summarise… Continue reading
Ruined it. Trashed it. If I met you I’d punch you in the face. With a brick. A brick tied to an anvil. *spoiler alert* If you are not yet up to the… Continue reading
I bet that’s his writing hat. I need a writing hat. I shall knit one forthwith. But more importantly, 750 pages is halfway! Hot dog! The end of the second longest book in… Continue reading
So, to recap, it’s the 1740s and Clarissa’s evil family want her to marry Wormtail from Harry Potter, whilst a man called Robert Lovelace, or Robert McHottie as I shall now call him,… Continue reading
I am 250 pages into Clarissa, the third longest novel ever, so about one sixth done. With no spoilers, mainly as I haven’t got to any yet, Clarissa is the classic tale of… Continue reading
I am about to start work on Clarissa, by Samuel Richardson. It is much larger than normal books, in height and width as well as depth, making the 1499 pages (why the hell… Continue reading