I loved reading the “Other Stories” in Charles Dickens’ Christmas book and I finished the last two very short pieces this morning. They can all be read separately, and I can see how someone could pick one and read it slowly. The majority of pieces seem to be memoir style with universal themes and are written in flawless, poetic prose. I am feeling better than yesterday and I am continuing to rest at home with books and music and maybe even opening my sketchbook soon. 🙂 Back to the review…
Charles Dickens was born on February 7, 1812 and he is the author recently read by me who was born closest to my own birthday in months (and also dear literary host May Ziadeh b. February 11, 1886. My birthday is February 19th.) (Don’t worry this is not becoming the Birthday Only Blog; this is just a theme for right now.) And so far, Jane Austen is the eldest of all the authors read this month (just a few pages read though of a fallen to pieces copy of Pride and Prejudice and a poem I wrote in time for her birthday; I am planning to read Pride and Prejudice.)
With long, luxurious, highly refined and wild sentences (you know he must’ve had a little taste of that punch he briefly mentions!) just kidding, with turns, high detail, and surprises, I would recommend reading Dickens to anyone wanting to write longer, yet clear and grammatical sentences. I will read one of his popular novels myself, which I’d not gotten to read yet at all. I had laughed so much with this book that I had to actually intentionally stop myself because I was sick and wanted to be gentle with my voice.
There are some fun details like in what appears to be a memoir piece or sketch, Dickens admits his true love as a child was “Little Red Riding Hood”; he would’ve been happy to marry her then, and he also dotes on a “Fairy” lady as well. He liked dolls and was proud he was not afraid of them or their beautifully still, peaceful faces.
I have also been wanting to read more fiction or poetry that takes me in detail into a home from the past, like antique or 1800s or earlier, and Dickens does it!