{ DAY 433 }

photo(51)Our lives are a story that wraps us up and ties us in close to earth.  Maybe that is why the weaving words of others creating narrative can capture me.  I love literature and I’m enthralled by an excellent tale.  Every now and then one comes along that especially grips me.  That’s how I felt about Middlemarch by George Elliot (her pen name).  Rarely does a novel have me pulling out my dictionary or looking up operas, plays, statues, and art references like this one did. Throughout the pages I discovered such an array of characters. The story follows many people but touches most deeply on Dorothea Brooke, a young woman who allows herself to be imprisoned in a miserable marriage, and Lydgate, an aspiring doctor whose wife pushes him to be socially elite.  While I always appreciate a complex and developed character, these two were especially transfixing.  Elliot delves into the anthropology of the town of Middlemarch characters and by the end of the 800 some pages has helped you to see that people you thought you understood at the beginning may be quite different by the end of the book.  This book is laden with insightful quotes like a basket of lush, nourishing, and sweet fruit.  It was one of those books that had me pressing through some of the more tedious parts because I couldn’t wait to get to the end to see how Elliot would tie everything back together.  You may be sure that I was not disappointed.  Set in the nineteenth century this book will give you a intent look into a bygone time yet still allow you to find bits of yourself among the pages. My only regret in finishing the book is that the story had to end.  Made me ponder how this earth is just the beginning of the story for our lives.  We shall have eternity to watch and enjoy the greatest story unfold.

“Scenes which make vital changes in our neighbours’ lot are but the background or our own, yet, like a particular aspect of the fields and trees they become associated for us with the epochs of our own history and make a part of that unity which lies in the selection of our keenest consciousness.”

8 Responses to { DAY 433 }

  1. Jess Bretz January 30, 2014 at 5:51 am #

    Ooooo! That makes me want to read that now!!!! 🙂 Add that to my already tall pile of books to read. 🙂

    • misselaini February 3, 2014 at 9:27 pm #

      Good! I hope you enjoy it! Haha my book pile is falling over…like it’s taking over my room….

  2. Kimberly February 1, 2014 at 8:23 am #

    Yeah, I’ve listened to a huge chunk of this book on Librivox.org. It was an intricate story that kept me guessing… very interesting. I like the ending. Reminded me a little of some of Jane Austen’s books.

    • misselaini February 3, 2014 at 9:28 pm #

      Yes, I certainly wanted to see how she was going to tie everything back together at the end. 🙂

      • Kimberly February 3, 2014 at 9:29 pm #

        I know!!!! I was about to spank a couple of the characters. 😛 😀 😀 hehe.

        • misselaini February 3, 2014 at 9:43 pm #

          I felt guilty for being relieved when a certain character died…ahem.

          • Kimberly February 4, 2014 at 3:59 am #

            Or relieved that someone decided to like her own husband after all 😀

  3. Rachel H. February 6, 2014 at 2:09 pm #

    Yay! George Eliot!! 🙂

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