I seem to have spent all of my normal-review-writing-skills on a particularly taxing one last night, so all that Villette gets this time around is some bits that you get to piece together. (my apologies!)
One thing I know,
These chapters didn't inspire me
to be insightful or delightful.
They weren't horrid, just a bit of a bore.
Closer to vapid than lively,
to mundane than intrigue.
Although, there was this one part
With some insight into stage fright just might--change my life:
"That first speech was the difficulty;
it revealed to me this fact,
that it was not the crowd I feared,
so much as my own voice."
The humor wasn't absent, nor was the writing poor.
I still have hopes, I'm not done yet.
I'm glad the Brettons have resurfaced,
even if Lucy is still vague--rather unreliable, they say--
and hope this means we soon will meet
the [comparatively] grown up Polly.
Villette still remains more engaging, more fun,
than some other classics I happen to be reading
And if I don't identify with Lucy so much,
at least I'm appreciating her depth as a character.
One of my favorite quotes thus far:
"Medicine can give nobody good spirits."
Happy pill, anyone?