I swear to molasses, if Charlotte ends this novel with everyone too proud to let love have its way I’m going to be very annoyed.
Is this what pious virtue is – to reserve oneself in the presence of true love because their are some strings attached?
If you love someone, be with them. Quit being a proud pain in the butt and stop thinking you have to be miserable in this life to please the master of the next.
Maybe at this point in the novel I’m trying a little too hard to make meaning of what is happening.
First we get a noir-thriller about a dame and a dead body (fun read, too) that ends in a true cliffhanger. Next we are back at the publisher reading the letters of a man who relationship to the story I’ve sort of lost the threat to, but it doesn’t matter really because the fall into this rabbit hole is still fun.