Not so much sewing

[frualeydis]

I didn't manage to sew that much - I made a new pattern based on my Foy-pattern and cut the pieces for a trial version, but then I got distracted by a sudden urge to purge our bookshelves. So now the ratio between fiction and fact books is even more skewed to the latter. I carried a heap of books by international writers like Dostojevskij and swedish popular writers to the entrance and put a note to my neighbours to take what they want - I just am a person who'd rather have "pulp" novels from the 1920s and latin editions of the visions of St.Bridget than "real literature" and we're really running out of space.
Oh, and I ditched Jane Eyre too - I tried to read it last summer, but didn't even get to when she meets Mr Rochester - unsympathetic heroine and all the neurotic antics you can expect from a novel from the romantic era - give me georgian any time please: wit and charm and some sense, at least some of the time.

Comments

[therru.livejournal.com]

I loved Jane Eyre the first time I read it, but I tried to reread it a couple of years ago, and had to stop, it was annoying me too much.

Give me Jane Austen any day. Her characters are real and believable. Weakness and stupidity don't make a character more believable to me, just more irritating, and I can be miserable enough all on my own.

[frualeydis.livejournal.com]

Exactly my feelings.

/Eva