- The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield
As I said when I started this blog, I love 19th century literature. It is my first and last literary love, and between the ages of thirteen and twenty it was basically all I read. And then I discovered contemporary literary fiction, which is my second literary love, and all these other amazing stunning genres and books I’d been overlooking for the seven years previously. When I started this blog, I decided that I would review only 21st century books, in order to cure my 19th century obsession. I am now (partially) cured. For the last year and a bit over my MA, I have banned myself from reading Victorian literature (with the exception of a few Dickens short stories I couldn’t resist), and steered clear of the 19th century at large (with the exception of the completed works of Jane Austen, but hush; I only read them because of my job, which was not at all a convenient excuse to read some 19th century literature). For the last year and a bit over my MA, I have only reviewed 21st century literature. I have discovered some truly amazing authors and some amazingly beautiful books, and I have slowly untangled myself from my self-built web of 19th century literature.
It’s been a good year, but I have made a new decision. My masters is over, and I am finally allowing myself to read 19th century literature again. I’m still going to be reviewing lots of contemporary books here, but I’ll also be reviewed/discussing a 19th or early 20th century book once a month as well. I have missed 19th century literature and I’m excited to have it back in my life.
So on Wednesday, you can look forward to the first of my Throwback Books series; I’ll be reviewing Charlotte Brontë’s The Professor.
Also, if you missed the review where I mentioned this. I now have a Booktube channel on Youtube, where you can watch me ramble about books in person.