My great-great-great-grandparents were known to have the largest private collection of books in their community. I don’t doubt that they and all of their children owned and read Charles Dickens books. Dickens published Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickleby and Old Curiosity Shop in the 1830s and 40s, when my G-G-grandmother Caroline was a teenager. I have written Dickens books into Caroline’s story, as a matter of fact. Which brings me to reblog a post I wrote in 2008, when our family lived in London and I visited the Charles Dickens Museum on Doughty Street.
It seems to me only fitting that I should read books by British authors while we’re living here. To that end, I’ve so far enjoyed Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility and Charles Dickens’ The Old Curiosity Shop.
I’m admitting here, of course, that my classic reading credentials up to now are thin. When we studied Great Expectations in high school, I’m pretty sure I used the Cliffs Notes version rather than reading the whole book. Pretty shameful, eh?
But I’m living in Dickens’ city now, and I’m inspired. He is everywhere. Just a few blocks from SU’s London Centre stands Dickens’ former home, at 48 Doughty Street. While he lived there with his wife Catherine, their first two children were born. And his two literary children, Nicholas Nickleby and Oliver Twist were born there as well.
I actually stood next to the desk where he wrote his last…
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