I finished Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell! I feel like I should get an award. Not because it was hard or painful to get through but because I feel like I've been reading it for so long it feels anticlimactic to just not be reading it anymore. I kinda feel that way after long car trips as well so I think I just feel like I should get recognition for all kinds of simple tasks.* I'm not really ready to be finished reading it. Isn't there more? Give me another thousand pages, I'll keep reading!
I feel like I've already said so much about the book that there really isn't too much more I can say other than I loved this book and you should check it out. Next up: the book club book What's My Name, Fool?: Sports and Resistance in the United States.
Update: Since I wrote a number of Strange and Norrell entries I figured it would make sense to include links back to those posts.
In short, he wished to know why there was no more magic done in England
As everyone knows, no one with red hair can every truly said to be handsome
I believe Mr Strange will do very well in the war, sir. He has already out-manoeuvred you
"I am sure you are a very different sort of magician from Mr Norrell," [Stephen] said. "I hope I am," said Mr Segundus, seriously.
*See the Hyperbole and a Half blog entry This is Why I'll Never Be an Adult. I'm not quite that bad but I relate to the entry more than is probably healthy.
Title quote from page 1006