“The Woman in White”: How does it feel to have read 90 pages every day

I had intended to write my second part of “The Woman in White” reading process in this blog after I did the first one. But before I had typed this second part, I completed reading the novel two days ago. As many as 619 pages were done in seven days. I read about 90 pages per day. Call me a mad reader because I believed so. The book was driving me crazy.. in many good ways I had never thought it would be capable of.

I don’t want to boast on the number of the pages I read in this blog post. I strongly believe there are a lot of, a lot of bookworms out there who are crazier than I am when it comes to speed reading. I will only speed up when I have a good novel in my hands. When a book isn’t that challenging, I will drag myself to even finish it. So, needless to say here that “The Woman in White” is indeed good, very, super incredible one that you need to try reading it, especially if you love sensational stories or mysterious fictions.

“The Woman in White” isn’t an easy book. I thought it would be around the riddle of who the woman in white was. In this regard, I had thought the key of the story would be who was Anne Catherick by the end of the very lengthy book. I was deceived. The name and the background of the woman was revealed much earlier that I had expected. Her appearance stimulated overall secret within the lives of the major characters in the book. Like a snowball, the first riddle led to grander mysteries than I could have never imagined.

With the whereabouts of the woman in white became the entry matter that triggered my curiosity, I read the book page per page. I was enjoying the superb writing talent of Wilkie Collins, the author of the novel. As a Victorian writer, he didn’t forget to describe people, scene, scenery, movement of time and character in beautiful, wonderful language that captivated me as a hard fan of imaginative stories.

I made use of my available time to have resumed reading the book. As the mystery had strongly stirred my curiosity with the amazing writing style, I didn’t want to miss a day not reading the book. I kept working as usual. Thankfully, I finished a book writing project on-time. In between the writing job, I spent reading the book. I still managed to have gone to bed before 12 a.m and woke up feeling fresh and healthy to yes, reading the novel again.

The key of completing the book so quickly while deeply connected with every single sensation of the story is that I was attempting to have put my mind at its best concentration even after I closed the book for that day. In some nights before I went to sleep, I talked to myself on possible ending of the story and the answer for the puzzles. As crazy as that sounds, the method assisted me to have engaged with the plot and made me so excited for the next day’s reading. To this, I owe so much to Mr. Collins. Enjoying this brain exercise brought me a qualified pleasure. Given my ability to have controlled the fondness of the book, I was enjoying it proportionately despite the fact of the 90 pages per day.

In addition to have been curious on the first mystery, my brain worked at the hardest to have guessed what this and that clue scattered in the whole story. Later on, the guidance led to something bigger, terrible that made up the big themes here. For instance, the anonymous letter by Anne to Laura Fairlie that warned the latter on her future husband Sir Percival Glyde at the start of the book.

What makes this exercise even more complicated is that I needed to have guessed what were laying beneath the expressions of some characters. Mr. Collins gave hidden clues through facial and verbal expressions that if we didn’t pay attention enough, we wouldn’t catch sensational, thrilling tones of the book let alone understood what did they contribute to the whole ideas.

I would like to take Count Fosco as best example for this regard. I remember very much when Marian Halcombe said in her diary how she liked him the very first time she met before she loathed him very much later on. Marian said that Count Fosco was very clever in amusing strangers, talkative and very friendly. This is later proven by Walter Hartright as the story draws to a close. Walter said the Count greeted store keepers in his route to an opera for buying a ticket. The Count was humming to himself, knowing to entertain himself thus he looked like a 40-year old man instead of his actual 60 years old. I would later discuss on the Count in another blog post.

Facial expressions were playing big roles in the book because this aspect, as a matter of fact, had been deceitful. This time around, I take Sir Percival Glyde as an example. Marian Halcombe thought she had best reasons to let Walter ended his teaching term earlier as he was known to have loved Laura while she was engaged to Sir Percival Glyde. For Marian, Laura’s fiancee was a respected, honorable man. And I felt that too when reading his response and his behavior, particularly when Laura told him he didn’t want to marry him. Sir Percival Glyde didn’t get angry, curse or whatsoever. He took the ill news wisely. Here, as a reader, I thought Laura would learn to love him because I thought Sir Percival Glyde was a good person who was worthy of loving back. But I was deceived as his true attitude was revealed during the six-month honeymoon in Italy.

I would like to write more but I am afraid the post would be very long to read. I end it here and I hope you still want to read other posts about the book.

“The Woman in White” Is Such A Page-Turner That I Can Read 50 Pages Per Day!

It is so well-deserved wait for “The Woman in White”. I had been longing reading the book after I completed reading “The Moonstone”, my first attempt reading books by Wilkie Collins which turned out to be unforgettable experience for me. As a longtime fan of romantic, feminism, realistic, social stories by Thomas Hardy, George Eliot, Bronte sisters and lately Charles Dickens, Wilkie Collins is such a refreshment. “The Moonstone” has opened my eyes on enduring charm of detective, mysterious story can offer.

So when I found out that “The Woman in White” is better than “The Moonstone”, I, of course, put it on top of my would-be read list. After some moments, I discovered the book at my favorite bookstore in Jakarta but I didn’t buy it because it was pricey. I left the store, thought about the book then felt disappointed that the book was gone into someone else’s hands.

Last month, I was joyful that the store restocked the title in different version. I almost bought it before my friend, Wida, reminded me that our good pal, Dian, promised to bring the book when she arrived in Jakarta some weeks after our errand at the store. Again, I had to wait for the novel.

Three days ago, Dian fulfilled her vow. I was so happy that I eventually got the novel I had been looking forward for months. Call me too much, my friends, but when it comes to fictions, I can be that, yeah, you know, that much.

“The Woman in White” is surprisingly very thick. I thought it would be like 300 pages, like “The Moonstone”. Yet, it doubles that number. I was a little bit shocked to have found the number but after I looked at the book’s font, I wholly believed that I would finish the book, sooner or later.

I never thought I read the novel way quicker that I had planned. As I’m writing this post, I am at 174 out of 627 pages. It has been a crazy process. I didn’t intend this all, blame the book, LOL!

I would like to thank Mr. Collins, first of all, for pulling me out from another comfortable reading zone. While “The Moonstone” successfully wows me on detective stories, “The Woman in White” challenges me as a self-denounced coward. Really, I am afraid of watching or reading horror books. As my reading progress of the novel sees, I try hard not to visualize the woman in white alias Anne Catherick. She’s not a ghost, by the way, but she suffers from mental illness since very early age. She is put into a private asylum but later on, she is able to escape. The novel turns out as non-ghostly kind of story but Mr. Collins creates scary atmosphere here and there. I have to prepare myself when Anne comes up in the novel because she is strange, hysterical when she hears something related to the asylum or Sir Percival Glyde.

Thankfully, Mr. Collins doesn’t mention her all the time. And this what makes the novel very engrossing for me. I know why “The Woman in White” is in better quality than “The Moonstone”. On the surface, Mr. Collins exquisitely describe people in the book, landscape, settings and many more. To sum it up in this point, the novel is so Victorian in a way that it is beautifully crafted.

The plot moves so, so smooth. I don’t see, at least for the time being, that there lies a gap between one scene to the other. All lead up to some grand themes which surprises me because I thought the one and only primary subject of the book would be the woman in white.

In fact, I found serious and diverse themes wrapped in this very packed book (though for 174 pages so far). I got views on cultural issues between UK natives and Italians, as seen in Mr. Pesca, good friend of Mr. Walter Hartright and Mr. Phillip Fairlie’s hatred to  Count Fosco.

Romance between Mr. Walter Hartright to Miss Laura Fairlie isn’t something new as the former is a layman while the latter inherits huge amount of money and property. Mr. Collins’s rigid explanations on the forbidden love story is what makes the novel somehow remains essential and captivating to look forward.

That is what I have got so far from the pages I finished reading. It’s thrilling, saddening, emotional. There will be many to be written I think in the next posts. For now, I will go to sleep, hehee..

 

“Great Expectations” Review: How Pip’s Life Speaks A Lot About Mine, and May Be Yours

Pip’s poverty doesn’t necessarily cause him leaving his life and Joe. His wish of becoming a gentleman gets into his mind after Estella, the only woman whom he loves, mocks him. Pip wants to prove Estella that he is worthy of her love. So off he goes to London under mysterious inheritance from someone he doesn’t know about.

Thankfully, I am not as poor as Pip. My intention of leaving for Jakarta is on the back of my mind since I am at university level. I have no ideas what Jakarta looks like but like millions Indonesian living in villages, the capital is the city of promise, much like London is for Pip. I leave for Jakarta with huge dream and army of academic credential but few experiences.

Pip expects the money he inherits will make him a gentleman who deserves a place in elite class in London. And I live in Jakarta to earn good amount of money and establish my career as a reputable, if possible, an international caliber journalist. We both have dreams. We both expect something and someone.

It’s our expectations that drag us along the days, the weeks and eventually the years. Years pass us by and all that we face are conflicts, problems that get us to think: “Are we wrongly expect on that something or someone?” Or “Are we wrong to expect at the beginning?”

Reading Great Expectations then again lead me to come to a question that I and my close friends sometimes discuss about: “Can we expect our life be this and that? Or “Should we live the life like a flowing river?”

Great Expectations touches the basic question that I believe cross our mind one moment or the other time. As you live your life, do you live it with self-determination to chase after something or someone, or do you take and do whatever life has in store for you?

Interestingly, in Pip’s story, Charles Dickens turns the thing around about failed expectations to self-improvement that gets more attention as I read it until the last page. Personally, I think Pip’s expectations crumble down. He doesn’t only get Estella’s love but is also in huge debt. For worse (or better), the actual benefactor is beyond his expectation. I, too, has to resign sooner than expected because of conflicts in previous office. And now I have to set up a freelancing career on my own.

What is remarkably about Pip’s turning point in life is that he seems no longer putting as much weight on his number 1 expectation as before. His life as a Londoner meets him with various characters, some are good, some are bad. He learns that those with nice clothes and first-class reputation don’t automatically tell they are good people.

And as with Estella, Pip bitterly learns his pure love for her is taken for granted. As much as he believes Estella actually likes him in return, Pip realizes not everyone can be honest with his or her feeling. Not every one wishes to take a risk of fighting for what she or he loves. Much is in the case of Estella who gets married with someone whom she doesn’t love because she gets used to playing with boys’ hearts (as taught by Miss Havisham). It isn’t that surprising at the end of the novel, it is Estella’s husband that plays her heart and makes her a victim of his physical abuse.

As his expectations start fading away, Pip’s focus shifts to something more urgent which regards to the life of the benefactor. Here, Dickens implicitly says sometimes you need to be thankful for abundant problems in your life because they get you moving on with your life.

Fortunately (or not fortunately), Pip puts more and more energy to save the life of the benefactor who loves him so much that he is willing to give all his money for Pip despite the fact they meet for like, twice or three times, when Pip is still a small, sentimental boy.

The love from the benefactor then teaches Pip on unexpected thing that he gets so misunderstood for the whole time as he believes it is Miss Havisham who inherits the money. From this, Pip is awakened from his poor treatment to Joe who dearly loves him but gets Pip’s underestimation in return because Joe is poor and illiterate.

Pip’s expectations go from great to small yet meaningful one when all he cares is paying off what he can to the benefactor. At first, he wishes to get rid to him but as he shows his tenderness, Pip’s love grows bigger. He really treats him like his father and nurture him until the day he passes away.

And after that, Pip’s life gets straightened when he works so hard to pay all of his debt to Joe. Pip loses his initial great expectations but he isn’t that broken.

Struggling to Understand the Complexity of “Great Expectations”

I just opened my Instagram account to find out when I bought “Great Expectations” since I unusually didn’t put any dates and my own signature in the book. I was ashamedly surprised that I did make a post in the account when I was only few days reading the fiction. The date of the post was back in March and I finished reading the book just today. Yep, about eight months!

It isn’t actually the whole eight months of reading the fiction daily or weekly. The truth is I abandoned the novel for months, I barely touched it. I blamed the sentimental atmosphere of the book, especially concerning Pip, the book’s protagonist, as the main reason causing me away from the fiction but the actual cause is that I was lazy, I let my mind got distracted by social media and other books.

In fact, I purchased some titles after I abandoned the novel. “North and South” for instance is a quick-reading. I even finished “The Professor” sooner than the Charles Dickens’ masterpiece.

“Great Expectations” is my third attempt reading his books. I have a good experience enjoying “The Old Curiosity Shop” but I stop reading “Bleak House” for how many months I don’t even remember. I am almost at the brink of swearing to myself that should I don’t have willingness to finish reading “Great Expectations”, I will never, ever again read books by Dickens! Two titles are way too much to make myself drowned in guilty.

Thanks to Edgar Allan Poe’s short story collection that I bought almost two weeks ago, I was forced to fulfill the promise that I made on my own, as simple as finished reading books that I had bought. There was like a lightning striking my face that invited harder than I had never thought as within two weeks, I completed reading not only “Great Expectations” but also “The Professor”. I was shocked by this fact a few minutes ago while writing this. Doing this is such a personal record for me because not only this is the first time I seize my reading power back but also because the two titles are very hard to grasp, especially “Great Expectations”.

To my own surprise, I completed reading “Great Expectations” in less than a week for around 200 pages! Oh yes, I was insane, in good way! Though I was reading the book in fast speed, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t enjoying reading the fiction. The truth is I was so captivated with the mysteries, puzzles, shocks wrapped in the book that I found it hard to put it down. My eyes even got sore last night as my reading approaching the last 20, 10 pages of the fiction.

Man, the book is superb that I can’t actually sure where to begin reviewing it. It’s one of the most difficult novels that I have to dealt with so far. In the beginning, I couldn’t stand of the emotions felt by major characters of the book, particularly Pip. As I said earlier, he is so sentimental and sensitive that I was partly honest when I wrote in the beginning of the post that his sentimentality was one of the things that I couldn’t take it anymore.

I left the book unread for some months when I was reaching the 2/3 part of it. In addition of the Pip’s sentimentality, another factor that drove me away from it was the coming of minor characters when Pip was in London while living as a gentleman. He soon had new friends, acquaintances, new faces that emerged along the way. Here, Dickens actually shows the actual picture of what it means to live a luxurious life. His detailing over people, lifestyle in the big city, culture and manner surrounding the people at the place is vivid. But my mind couldn’t remember all of those things, especially too many names.

So, those are the things that complicated my reading process. Yet, when I forced myself resuming the reading process, Dickens’ way of engaging me in mysteries concerning Pip’s secret wealth made me defeating the two factors. There were small scenes here and there, names I didn’t remember them all but my mind had been entirely following what went next and next.

The more the book was nearing its conclusion, the more I got so excited on what was going to happen to Pip. I gasped, took deep breaths, and even cursed when I was coming to the answers of the big questions along the reading process. I had never been this curious finding out what would be the end of the protagonist’s life given so many puzzles inviting me to ponder.

Reading “Great Expectations” is difficult, I must say. My mind and my heart worked at their hardest processing the story. The book is much tougher than “The Old Curiosity Shop” for many aspects.

Dickens is genius displaying emotional turmoil and pains that had been suffered by the characters in the book. Those then led them behaving, saying the way they were in it. Their traumas were so deep buried that I was in the first place wondering “are those people exist in real lives, like miss Havisham?”

As successful as Dickens made them making peace with themselves at the end of the book, I still had to experience my own kind of emotional drama as I was trying to imagine scenes concerning Pip and Joe and Provis. I was almost crying fancying they were in front of me at that time.

Dickens was playing so well at making me guessing, waiting what next to be unfolded. His secrets were spilled seamlessly one by one. I couldn’t imagine how he created the fiction because beneath all of the mysteries, there were lying serious and diverse issues concerning psychology, social class, poverty and self-acceptance.

I was very happy completing the book after so many months. For reading it made me feel satisfied despite the ending that wasn’t that happy for Pip. Well, forget about how the fiction sentenced joyful sentence for Pip for the process of self-growing throughout the book is much more important for him. And such is for myself that complete reading the fiction, digesting all of its rich contents is the thing that actually makes fictions, books very worthy of devoting my time.

So, thank you very much for Charles Dickens for this masterpiece that brings profound lessons in my heart I will carry them as immeasurable treasures.

Off the Unread-List: The Professor by Charlotte Bronte

I am very glad that I finished reading The Professor last week. It is uneasy for me resuming reading the book after I abandoned it some weeks because, frankly speaking, I couldn’t bear of reading many sentences in the French language here and there.

To be exact, I find it very disturbing that I had to look at the Note section to find out what those words meant. So I skipped, I barely read the words. In consequence, I didn’t enjoy reading the book. Once the amount of French words began decreasing, I gained my enthusiasm reading the novel.

By still feeling inconvenient because of the French language, I managed to have digested the rest of the book. Compared to Jane Eyre, The Professor actually conveys much diverse topics. What I mostly love from the book is how Charlotte Bronte brings up education topic.

What looks like an accident for William Chrimsworth to be a professor turns out to be the major line that connects him with his future wife, Frances Henri. I find it very beautiful that their matrimony later brings them opening school, teaching pupils. William who is once underestimated by his own brother and Frances who gets her eyes tired of being a lace-mender, now become well-respected people thanks to their ideas of applying good education curriculum.

Charlotte Bronte’s way of bringing up stories about patience, endurance and faith, as I find in Jane Eyre, is seamlessly told here. I always admire Charlotte Bronte’s focus on the process of achieving dreams despite thorns that may sting the characters’ journeys.

Another thing that I like most of the story is the romance itself between William and Frances. Again, Charlotte Bronte emphasizes on simplicity, even in love, an emotion that for some people, may boost their feelings, put them in a rollercoaster-kind of mode.

Unattached by relatives (for William’s only friend is Hunsden while France’s only aunt passes away), the two souls eventually find company in each other’s arms, a home where which the sweetness of their love tale is materialized in actions, supports and motivations for attaining their dream; building a school.

Their romance is filled of by hardworking and persistence but there lies its kind of beauty in it.

The Professor offers me a unique view about friendship. Here, William’s fate is helped by some unlikely people in his life, in particular Hunsden, who dislikes his brother, Edward, yet sympathizes with William since his doomed days in Chrimsworth Hall.

Despite his satirical, witty traits that draw uneasiness upon Frances, Hunsden is always there for William. He offers helps, gives good advice which it’s true when he frequently asks for a ‘thank you’ in exchange for what he does, but I don’t think William pays him back in proper ways. So, probably, that is why Charlotte Bronte ends her story with Hunsden being in the last pages of the book featuring Victor, William’s son.

William doesn’t verbally thank his good buddy but the fact that they spend their old years living closely to one another is more than enough to emphasize how much Hunsden means to William’s life. Much like his deep love for Frances that isn’t translated into flowery words, so is his thankfulness for Hunsden. And I think that what makes The Professor a worthy of reading for gaining values on life, love and friendship the way they should be.

Understanding His Way of Making Me Following What My Heart Says

When I was a senior high school student, my self-confidence was best tested after I was put in a Social Knowledge class because I got 6 for Math. I was very stupid at Math. I always hated the subject, frankly speaking. I yet hoped that I would be put in Science Knowledge class because that was very unfair that I was placed in the Social Knowledge class just because the score I got at the last term of the second grade of the senior high school.

The decision from the teachers had been made. And I had to come to terms with what my friends said about me being put in “low-caste class”. I even still remembered one of the teachers said, what was the use of being a Social Knowledge class student. Your future was uncertain already, she said. Your peers from the Science Knowledge class would fill up your destined subjects at universities, like Accounting and Economy.

I was filling my third year of the senior high school studying harder than I had ever been before. Part of the reasons for doing that was to prove myself capable of enrolling good university, another part was proving the teacher wrong. But deep down in my heart, and Alloh swt knew this very well, I was fortunate that I was one of the students belonging to Social Science classes. Since I was a very little kid, social sciences had captivated my attention as they have now been.

How lucky I was that Alloh swt later granted my wish of studying English Literature. I didn’t know what made me selecting the subject unless for a very odd, simple reason: because I have always loved the foreign language. I didn’t know what would be laying in front of me after graduating. I didn’t have any seniors to look up to in terms of career but I chose the subject anyway.

I was surrounded by amazing friends, lecturers and ecosystem that made me very blessed person in terms of academics. Studying at the English Literature was one of the best choices I had made. I met smart people in their own kind of ways. I couldn’t measure their intelligence because their thoughts were very new and unique for me. To explain this concretely, I had never thought that talking about books, films would be very serious. I used to think fictions, arts were trivial matters.

Yet, mingling with these people have taught me that art, imagination, ideas are not small things. Concepts, knowledge, observance, critics, emotions, to name some of them, are wrapped in one book, one novel, one film, one drama, you name it. Each and every art form carries within it cultural, social, religious, historical, and even psychological values.

Then, again, what would my future be like?

Like my motivation of choosing English Literature, I opted becoming a journalist right after I graduated from the university; because I love reading news and would love to be one seeking information.

Alloh swt, again, made my dream coming true by making me a journalist of an English-language daily in Jakarta. Despite the fact I survived less than three years at the company, I realized how people like me, those who love reading and writing, do find good places in the commercial world. And they are well-respected and well-paid.

Although I am not as bright as them, I was amazed how Alloh swt introducing me into the world I had never thought existed; jobs related to writing, creative writing in particular.

I took several jobs that probably won’t interest people if they bother asking because they are small companies, a few of them are even closed. Looking back at the very beginning of why I make decisions, I don’t regret them all. As silly as this sounds, I don’t pity myself because of the failures in the past because I am satisfied with all of things that I did at each and every firm I once worked at.

Not much money that are left in my bank account, honestly speaking. But as long as the jobs make me enhancing my reading and writing skills, hell, I am thankful already!

 

Completing Reading “North and South” Like No Other Previous Novels

When I was about to begin today, I suddenly had an idea of delaying doing my daily job to resume reading ‘North and South’. I remembered only 50 pages left till the novel came to a close. Reading the novel would be the best thing to entertain my mind before writing things on gadget and technology.

The simple mission was going a bit further as I was on the reading process. My mind said, “Why didn’t I finish it once and for all?” I couldn’t help dealing with pain and sadness coming on the life of Margaret Hale over and over again in the course of months.

So, the final reading process was a bit on freeing myself from reading the problems faced by the heroine. Another aspect was being curious how she and John Thornton finally end up in happiness.

The book does put my mind at ease. In fact, the finale relieves me like no other previous books ever do. Elizabeth Gaskell’s description on the life of Margaret isn’t as extremely heartbreaking as Thomas Hardy’s Tess. In Tess’s ill-fated life, Hardy depicts her journey as very saddening, too much to handle within a book. Her story stresses me out.

Hale’s life is as dark as Tess in different ways, though. Tess’s problems mostly deal with romance, public view on her virginity and how she reclaims her dignity. Margaret Hale’s is more complicated and diverse. I can’t say the deaths of her parents as problems, by the way. That’s the way how life is, every human being will pass away sooner or later.

Margaret Hale’s tender and kind heart puts her in difficult situations for she can’t ignore the poor around her in Milton. The problem is, as the book progress, she has to “enlighten” Nicholas Higgins, a rebellious, alcoholic worker. The scene where she and his daughter, Bessy, share conversations until the latter dies peacefully, cuts me to the heart. After Bessy dies, Margaret Hale takes Nicholas to her father, once a parson. She even recommends him looking for a job to John Thornton.

I guess that’s the way she has to pay for all the care that she has for the poor and poverty around her. I mean like, she could have shut her eyes, right? I thought this part would take little portions of the book but that wasn’t the fact. Sometimes I wonder why didn’t Gaskell place more romantic scenes between Margaret and John for the sake of refreshment.

I thought, too, as Margaret left Milton for staying with Edith and her aunt, what was left to be revealed was how she and John reunited then lived happily. And I was curious how that would happen because of Margaret’s undesirable to get married to any man and John’s decision not to force his feeling upon her.

How wrong was I then! After the death of her father, Margaret was even more sentimental and miserable. She could cry every now and then remembering all the things that went so fast. She was very sad after knowing her brother, Frederick, couldn’t come back to England because of his mutiny problem. I couldn’t imagine her emotional turmoil, especially when she heard her father passed away. She was numb; her mind was going nowhere even when her aunt, Mrs. Shaw, was talking to her.

When she was buried so deep in sadness, her godfather, Mr. Bell, came and soothed her feeling. I was amazed by the bond between the two for Mr. Bell was very caring to her although they didn’t meet frequently. He then invited her to revisit Hellstone and met some people there. I myself really loved this type of plot because I believe that in life, to brush off lingering pain left hidden in the heart, one must go back to the place where everything starts off. Once, this will make them realize they are brave enough to feel the wound again. Secondly, doing this will somehow make the scar no longer that painful. And third, who knows that things change for the better.

I was surprised that the third one occurred to her. I was happy when reading this part although, yes, in the beginning Margaret recalled all memories, especially when she was inside the parsonage, her home for 20 years. But as she was feeling the pain, she noticed things changed for the better, nothing stayed the same. Not even the flowers. I love how Gaskell put a lot of nature elements here to encourage her living the life again in good light.

Just when I fancied the very last thing to be waiting for was the part of her and John another blow hit me quite hard; the sudden death of Mr. Bell. I was gloomy again because I had a sympathy for this character. And no.. she was sad, again and again.

The last ever problem was the bankruptcy of John’s business. Again, I loved the scene where he and his mother was conversing so deeply when things were going so tough. Their love was beautiful to be imagined.

As the novel was two or three pages left, it was really the part of Margaret-John remained to be seen (oh finally). They met unintentionally in a dinner hosted by Edith. It was Edith who invited John via Henry Lennox. So they met but not many words exchanged between the two.

After Margaret knew his failed business, she was willing to give him some unused money she had from Mr. Bell. There, they couldn’t stand of feeling the love. Not many flowery words or whatsoever. They just knew they were meant to share what they had kept, the longing for each other, at that very moment.

Thus, the book ended. Hence, the problems stopped. Now, I can breathe deeply for eventually I don’t lose that magic speed reading for books I completely admire, like this one, and no more matters for Margaret. Thank you very much, Elizabeth Gaskell.