Ex Libris Kirkland is my entirely self-centered way to keep track of what I read, what I enjoy, and what I want to remember.

📓 Recent Notes 📓

I'm also finding it kind of refreshing that Mrs Kirkpatrick being kind of shallow and unlikable! Eg: she accepts the proposal of marriage mostly because she’s tired of earning her bread as a governess and teacher. She's not a villain here; she just isn't... good.

a note about Wives and Daughters

It is kind of refreshing to read a Victorian novel where the inferiority of the women characters are so much more developed then the men. Like there are obviously important men in this book but they feel pretty thin!

a note about Wives and Daughters

Gory and violent, and I think the shock value of SO MUCH violence and gore sets me on an emotional edge that made me… more receptive? Maybe this is why people like horror movies? I don’t know.

Lovely and charming it is not - but I also feel fairly positively about this. “Life-affirming”? Maybe.

a note about Angel Down

Ok, rare book that really was all it was advertised. Gripping, propulsive, beautiful, harrowing. I repeatedly caught myself holding my breath, or gasping, or saying ‘wow’ out loud. And not because of the story itself, but because of the sheer audacity and bravura of the writing itself. Tour-de-force is warranted here.

a note about Angel Down

I was very, very dubious about this book: it’s literally one long run-on sentence. Every paragraph starts with a lowercase ‘and’ and ends with a comma. It’s a WWI trench novel. I was very ready to turn my nose up here. And it took a lot of concentration to get momentum reading this - it’s not for the ten-pages-at-a-time-before-bed, or at least wasn’t at first. But it didn’t take long to convince me; by 10% of the way thru I was IN. I really enjoyed reading this and binged the rest.

a note about Angel Down

📖 Recent Quotes 📖

[ On the day she meets her future step-daughter: ]
Mrs. Kirkpatrick was rather weary of girls as a class. All the trials of her life were connected with girls in some way. She was very young when she first became a governess, and had been worsted in her struggles with her pupils in the first place she ever went to. Her elegance of appearance and manner, and her accomplishments, more than her character and acquirements, had rendered it easier for her than for most to obtain good 'situations'; and she had been absolutely petted in some; but still she was constantly encountering naughty or stubborn, or over-conscientious, or severe-judging, or curious and observant girls.

an excerpt from Wives and Daughters

Towards four o'clock coffee was brought round; and this was a signal of the approaching carriage that was to take them back to their own homes; whither they returned with the happy consciousness of a well-spent day, but with some fatigue at the long-continued exertion of behaving their best, and talking on stilts for so many hours. Nor were Lady Cumnor and her daughters free from something of the same self-approbation, and something, too, of the same fatigue; the fatigue that always follows on conscious efforts to behave as will best please the society you are in.

an excerpt from Wives and Daughters

He was a tall ungainly man, considered to be as proud as his mother, the countess; but, in fact, he was only shy, and slow at making commonplace speeches. He did not know what to say to people whose daily habits and interests were not the same as his; he would have been very thankful for a handbook of small-talk, and would have learnt off his sentences with good-humoured diligence. He often envied the fluency of his garrulous father, who delighted in talking to everybody, and was perfectly unconscious of the incoherence of his conversation.

an excerpt from Wives and Daughters

From Andrea Del Sarto:
I, painting from myself and to myself,
Know what I do, am unmoved by men’s blame
Or their praise either.
…
Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for?

an excerpt from Selected Poetry of Robert Browning

From Transcendentalism:
But why such long prolusion and display,
Such turning and adjustment of the harp,
And taking it upon your breast, at length,
Only to speak dry words across its strings?

an excerpt from Selected Poetry of Robert Browning

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