I wrote this post Friday night, but my server went down and I couldn’t post it. And when I woke up Saturday morning, it was gone. And I still couldn’t post it. So here is my attempt to recreate it and finally get it posted. I apologize to all of you who were waiting with baited breath all weekend for my Friday post. 🙂
It’s been a while since I’ve read a book that kept me up past my bedtime. Or that accompanied me to the breakfast table. Or that snagged my attention during the few minutes of downtime I’m able to find during the day. But The Professor by Charlotte Bronte has done that for me this past week. This surprised me since The Professor was one of the books I remember sitting on my parents bookshelf but always being passed over for something like Jude the Obscure. Or maybe a quick re-reading of Skinnybones. And it’s even more surprising considering the summer I decided to read a book by each of the Bronte sisters and ended up devouring The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Jane Eyre, and somewhat less voraciously, Wuthering Heights. Sadly, The Professor was never even considered a viable option.
My loss. And one that I have rectified.
True, the characters are not necessarily the most sympathetic or intriguing people I have read about. Nor is the plot what you would call “exciting.” It’s hardly a page turner in the traditional sense. And yet Miss Charlotte has a way of subtly and quietly tugging you to the next page, and then the next page, and then the next page until suddenly you realize you meant to go to bed an hour ago.
When I started the book last week, I felt very much like I do when I’m staring down a 32-degree day, I’m tired, and I really want to want to go for a run. It’s something I’ve already half way committed to, and I might as well get it over with so I can say I’ve done it. But once I get going and my legs moving, my heart pumping, and I’m immersed in the experience, I find that I’m enjoying it. I would have missed out on something if I’d skipped it. And I as I near the end I find myself thinking I could go a lot longer. I could spend some more time with these characters and I wouldn’t mind a bit.
Anybody have a similar experience? What book have you picked up just because it was sitting there and ended up not being able to put it down? I ask because I finished The Professor last night, and I’m in the market for something new. Any suggestions?