Charles Dickens, Spy Novelist

Reading Dickens pleases my husband.  He has no idea that the first lines of A Tale of Two Cities are, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” yet I could detect his pleasure at seeing me sprawled out on the couch with that heavy volume balanced on my stomach (281). ... Continue Reading →

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