It's AUGUST already. I can't . . . I don't even know how that happened.
But August brings with it another Reading Rambo read-along (I use a hyphen here even though no one else seems to. Sing-along has a hyphen, doesn't it? *consults dictionary* Oh NO. It's singalong WITHOUT A HYPHEN. But readalong isn't a word! This is not a good start.).
For most of us, Alice's last read-along readalong? read-along was our first encounter with one Wilkie "The Forehead" Collins.
Generally, all the introduction posts for The Woman in White were variations on, "The Internet informs me that Wilkie Collins was bosom friends with Charles 'Douche-Canary' Dickens."
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Generally, all the introduction posts for The Woman in White were variations on, "The Internet informs me that Wilkie Collins was bosom friends with Charles 'Douche-Canary' Dickens."
But then Wilkie took us gently by the hand and led us on a winding journey of mystery and intrigue, and gave us Pesca ("deuce-what-the-deuce!") and Fosco (aka The Fat Man) and Marian (Mariaaaaaaaaan!). And by the end, we were ALL devout followers of the Wilkster.
Fast-forward to Laura reading Armadale (WITHOUT US) and telling us how amazing it was, triggering our collective yearning for more Group Time with Wilkie. Then when Alice said, LET'S READ MORE WILKIE, we were like . . .
And that's what's happening. We're reading The Moonstone. And I have no idea what it's about or if there will be ghosts or men in turbans or, as my book cover suggests, an ordinary room with absolutely no one in it. And I don't particularly care, because it's going to be AMAZING.
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| But seriously . . . is someone hiding in the curtains? |
