I wasn't really planning on doing more than skimming through The Mill on the Floss for our study session, since while it is on the reading list for the Victorian era, I've read enough other Victorian novels to do me for my orals, but...I kind of fell in love with Maggie. And I have to see if she eventually manages to get one over on that jackass big brother of hers. Crap. Now I have a five hundred-page novel to read.

(Maggie totally reminds me of Elizabeth Bennett, only ten years younger,* and Mr. Tulliver is pretty much Mr. Bennett under an alias. But there aren't any irritating sisters, and Maggie is too young to be worried about marriage, so it's like Pride and Prejudice with the annoying bits removed! Plus George Eliot blows Jane Austen out of the water. Trufax.)


* And also a bit of Maggie O'Connell from Northern Exposure. No, really. It's not just the name.