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Originally posted by paigowprincess
I 2 balt. All I remember is a someone getting on a sled, possibly drunk, and seriously getting mangled. I was optimisitic bc I thought there might be sex in it when I picked it up. Total letdown. I am told that I should read that Wharton book on society and the mannered folks of turno f the century NYC, but I feel like it would be like watching an old movie that has been improved on. I have also never read V. Woolf for the same reason (and avoided her in HS and college)
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"That Wharton book" is essentially all of them (with the exception of Ethan Frome). I love Edith Wharton (lots of W authors, actually, but that's just coincidence). Even my neanderthal husband liked
The House of Mirth (that he even read it is astonishing to me, acutally); my guess is that's the one you're referrring to.
Virginia Woolf is completely different. I don't think I would have appreciated
Mrs. Dalloway (for example) when I was in HS or maybe even college, but I read it recently and loved it (which induced me to read
To the Lighthouse, which I also loved).
Give them a CHANCE, man!
