Finished
A Tale of Two Cities. As our friend Hawk would say, unassailable: both the most famous and powerful opening and closing lines in any book ever. Superb. The way he came down neither on the side of the aristocrats nor the poor who almost became them, the reflection at the end, the casual cruelty of Monsignor, so many Jacques - words can't describe. Edging close to my favourite Dickens now.
Began
Little Dorrit yesterday; great description of Marseilles sweltering in the summer sun already and some dark comedy by one of the (so far) main characters.
Edit: Great to see you back grindy, even if it's only now and then. You bookworm.