This morning I have passed a stepping stone in a reader's life - I have finished "Middlemarch". And I actually enjoyed this trip! It took me almost a month, but it was worth it, there've been many occasions when I was actually galloping through the pages. The moment when Dorothea and Ladislaw finally had their fated meeting and everything was settled between them, while a thunderstorm was raging outside, is the most dear to me.
In terms of books I have also come across a steampunk series called "Parasol protectorate". Now doesn't that sound fancy? I've only read the first part ("Soulless") but I will surely continue with the rest, because this book has managed something that not even Jerome K Jerome could do. It made me laugh out loud. One evening, while trying to read myself to sleep with the book, I've managed the opposite after countless bursts of giggles.
Spring has reawakened a dormant bug in me. I'm starting to believe that in a past life I must've been a German cat, because I am curious and have a great desire to be pampered, just like a cat and I also feel a strong calling to learn German and to go visit the country. Know any good German authors besides Goethe and Remarque?