Before I get started on the main topic for this post I want to throw something out there. As my computer decided to be a bit slow in loading I looked at my little post listing and realized I have 49 published posts, making this here my 50th post. While I wish I had something more exciting to use this marker for, I still can’t believe its been 50 posts. This is the longest that I have kept up with any blogging or other online effort (aside from facebook, email, and such). So, whoo hoo! for 50 posts.
To Tess of the d’Urbervilles. As the title hints to, you may be able to figure out this is not a review for Tess of the d’Urbervilles, but instead an acknowledment of my failing to get through the book.
When I started Thomas Hardy’s classic, I was super excited to get into it. I had really strong feelings developing for the story for the first part. The problem: well I never made it through the entirety of the first part of the book. For weeks, probably even close to a month I have carried Tess of the d’Urbervilles with me, in my bag ready to read at the first chance I get. Yet every single time I cracked open the book to read, I got no further than a sentence or two before I was interrupted. Someone would call, someone would text, my mom would come home and I’d get to talking to her.
I’ve decided to take this as a sort of sign that maybe I really just should read this book right now. I know that this is one of the books I picked out for my 1% Well Read Challenge books, but I have through April of 2011 for that. I’m thinking that I’ll give it a few months and go back to give it another go.
I have seen reviews on other book blogs that I’ve read for Tess of the d’Urbervilles. I’ve seen that it has been well received by many and by people who’s judgments on books I’ve come to trust. I have no doubt that given the right mindset and the chance to enjoy it that I will like Hardy’s book. Unfortunately, I just don’t see that time being right now. So from here, I move forward. I keep reading and hope that the future holds better things for me, Hardy, and the Durbeyfields.