so i just finished this behemoth of a book called Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell , it was definatly a love-hate relationship. all these reviews i had read of the book said it was a great story of magic in 19th century london, sort-of harry potter for grown ups with dry senses of humor. but for the first half (the first half being 400 pages) i just couldn’t get into the characters and there was no main story, just many little stories involving said characters, and lots of tangents. but then something just clicked in the book and then i couldn’t put it down. it took me three months to read the first 400, and 3 days to read the rest.

I love the feeling of finishing a book. after spending the time to getting to know the characters and their plight, you get towards the end of a book with emotional attatchment to both (if the writer is a good one). no matter how the book ends, having the time to analyze the book is absolutely necesary. to look over how you felt when reading it, to think about the issues that may have been brought up by the book, and in general, just time for reflection. nothing is more annoying than having this interupted, fortunatly it didn’t happen for this one since i put so much time into it.

this book ended up being a great read though…and now on to another.