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The Great Genre Reading Challenge trudges onwards, adding The Street Philosopher by Matthew Plampin. This was the entry for Victorian England, although it starts off in Crimea, which was as far as I got. After two chapters, I found I didn't care enough to keep reading. I felt the same distancing with the POV characters, like listening to someone talking about the actions rather than experiencing the actions.
Oh well.
Onwards to between the wars, with the The Dig by John Preston, which is short, at least.
Then we are almost out of the historical trenches. *dusts off arms*
Why Historical Fiction Will Never Go Away
Oh well.
Onwards to between the wars, with the The Dig by John Preston, which is short, at least.
Then we are almost out of the historical trenches. *dusts off arms*
Why Historical Fiction Will Never Go Away