For what did I know?

Book #59: A Christmas Carol

“But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round…as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.”

This was my first foray into Dicken’s, and I’m happy to say that I enjoyed it. I have been discouraged from reading him ever since I picked up a copy of Great Expectations and the guy selling it to me basically shot the book down so hard. Come to think of it, I’m not sure why I let his opinion dissuade me for so long. That’s unusual.

To be honest, I don’t think that this book even needs to be reviewed. Everyone knows the story, I don’t even know why it took me so long to read it.