Soooo…. I think this is the first prose-y post I’ve ever done. I was going to wait until I finished ‘To The Lighthouse’ (Woolf), but turns out I never finished it. I got distracted by a certain Penguin Popular Classics edition of David Copperfield, which, as it turns out, was probably better for me.

I really should wait until I finish it, but I think I’ve read it before anyway, so technically this isn’t cheating. Besides, I can’t do a proper review, because I have neither the mental capacity nor the stamina. All I really wanted to say was that I’ve gone from disliking Charles Dickens – I can’t for the life of me remember why; maybe I found Pickwick Papers a little too dry, or was just too young to enjoy it back then, or maybe out of sheer teenage rebelliousness I refused to say I liked it, though I remember loving Great Expectations and all the others – to loving him again.

David Copperfield is actually fun to read. It took me a very long time to struggle through Crime and Punishment, which I enjoyed, but only as one enjoys writing a compulsory essay (very little), which suggests that I probably shouldn’t have forced myself and should have waited until I’d properly enjoy it (I wasn’t particularly impressed with the ending, either, though I can see why he is given a new beginning)… Anyway, I love the characterisation, and the words “Barkis is willing” ring so familiarly in my brain that I’m sure I must have read the book before, or seen the film, or something, although every recollection is too hazy for me to be sure of it.

It’s really a very, very good book, and despite the ominous length, is an enjoyable read as well. Honestly, I’d recommend it to anyone, because everyone will find parts that appeal to them – the infatuations of David, the evil Murdstones, the honest goodness of the Peggotty household, the trials of young David…

I may come back to this post once I’ve reached the end and tell you what I thought about it, but that’s really all I have to say for now. I’m back on the Dickens boat.