Recently I bought the Kindle edition all of Thomas Hardy‘s novels for something like 89 cents. Now that’s a literary bargain.
The only problem? Thomas Hardy is insanely depressing. I am further convinced that Tess of the d’Urbervilles is a brilliant novel, but, wow. And if you really want to be hit over the head with a series of sad relationships, follow Tess up with the short-story collection Life’s Little Ironies. After that, there was no way I could tackle Jude the Obscure.
At the moment I’m reading Desperate Remedies, and although I want to know how it turns out, I’m also ready for it to be over. Plus, I do not know how to pronounce the name “Cytherea.”
I guess all of that’s balanced out, though, by the fact that Hardy gave us the cliffhanger–both the concept and the word. And where would series television be without that?