Have you ever noticed how inefficacious it is to read against the grain!? To where your honestly directing yourself towards a book that may not be exactly where your heart was leading you, but perhaps, it was a title itching in your head to be read,… you know, one of those books you came across half an age ago, yet never fully had the ability to nestle into? All the while, it was rather elementary to observe your next read ought to be instead one that takes place precisely ONE HUNDRED AND TEN years after the last? Yes, you read that correctly,… the very last book I read was “The Golem and the Jinni” {by Helene Wecker} which teleported me into *1899: New York City*. Logically, my next read ought to have been set in *1789*. And, here I found myself dipping my toes into four had-hope-to-reads finding my mind restless, wandering around the pathos of thought, and never truly ‘settling in’ to the story; err, stories! As if by pure will alone, I felt a drawing to trying one ‘more’ attempt {the last of the evening, albeit early midnight oils thus dispersing} which was “Mistress of my Fate” {by Hallie Rubenhold}. Yes, dear hearts, not only is it *1789*, but I am about to embark on an adventure in one of my favourite literary cities: London! Sighs. It truly ought to be rather elementary, by now, eh!? Notably, the French Revolution is starting to dawn with such a rapt haste!
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It truly ought to be rather elementary,…
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