Just finished The Duke's Children. Highly satisfactory ending - a little rain in all the sunshine. Poor Lady Mabel. And that's me done with Trollope for a while. I'm in danger of turning into a bit of an uncritical fan when there are other fish to fry.
Two such fish being McEwan's On Chesil Beach which I picked up at the library yesterday. And Niall Ferguson's The Pity of War 1914 - 1918, ditto. I need something fresh to lead me on.
When you're too busy to read, make sure you read, says this reader.
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