#diana rereads david copperfield

[britneyshakespeare]

That's so sad man I'm sorry to hear that. Hey if you want I can draw you a page full of skeletons

#diana rereads david copperfield #text post #dickens #tommy traddles #david copperfield #charles dickens #victorian literature #admittedly i forgot about that particular quirk of traddles but i do find it so funny #david's mother DIED and the last thing he gave david before he left school was a page full of skeletons #doodled from the heart #i love it

[thelonelybrilliance]

2023 Reads: thelonelybrilliance

Final count 72! I set a goal of 52 originally but raised the bar when I realized that would only bring me into early November.

Decided it would be fun to share some stats and recommendations along with the full list.

First, ten recommendations:

The Queen's Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner (best completed series)

Gregory Orr, The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write (best new poetry read)

Minka Kelly, Tell Me Everything (best memoir)

E.B. White, Here Is New York (best short read)

Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist (best journals)

Sydney Taylor, All-of-a-Kind Family (best children's lit)

Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout (best poetry memoir)

George Eliot, Middlemarch (best classic)

Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart (best food writing)

Red Rising series by Pierce Brown (best sci-fi/ongoing series + best audio drama (Red Rising (Book 1))

Of my 72 reads, 31 were rereads, 41 new . Four were audiobooks, the rest print (primarily e-books). My longest read was David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. My shortest read (I think? A lot of poetry collections are short) was the longform essay, Here Is New York by E.B. White. I read the most books in December (15) and the least in June (2). 50 authors were women, 21 were men, and one poetry collection was multi-author. My most-read authors were as follows:

Megan Whalen Turner (7 books)

Lucy Maud Montgomery (6 books)

Louise Glück (5 books)

Elizabeth Wein (5 books)

Jane Austen (3 books)

Pierce Brown (3 books)

Full list organized by month under the cut!

Favorites: Bold | Rereads: Underline

Fiction: Blue | Non-Fiction: Red | Poetry: Purple | Audiobook: *

JANUARY

Megan Whalen Turner, The Thief

2. Annie Chagnot & Emi Ikkanda (eds.), How Lovely the Ruins

3. Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen

FEBRUARY

4. Jane Austen, Pride & Prejudice

5. Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

6. Jane Austen, Sense & Sensibility

MARCH

7. Rita Dove, Playlist for the Apocalypse

8. Louise Glück, The Seven Ages

9. Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

APRIL

10. Megan Whalen Turner, Moira's Pen

11. Megan Whalen Turner, The Queen of Attolia

12. Megan Whalen Turner, The King of Attolia

13. Megan Whalen Turner, A Conspiracy of Kings

MAY

14. Megan Whalen Turner, Thick as Thieves

15. Megan Whalen Turner, Return of the Thief

16. Elizabeth Wein, The Winter Prince

17. Elizabeth Wein, A Coalition of Lions

18. Elizabeth Wein, Sunbird

19. Elizabeth Wein, The Lion Hunter

JUNE

20. Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

21. bell hooks, Applachian Elegy

JULY

22. Michael Gibney, Sous Chef: 24 Hours on the Line*

23. C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

24. Elizabeth Wein, The Empty Kingdom

25. Dorothy Dunnett, Spring of the Ram

26. Michael Bazzett, You Must Remember This

27. Lisa Ampelman, Romances

28. Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential

29. Natalie Diaz, Post-Colonial Love Poem

AUGUST

30. Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

31. Jenny Han, It's Not Summer Without You

32. Natalie Diaz, When My Brother Was an Aztec

33. Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother

34. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

35. Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

SEPTEMBER

36. Gregory Orr, The Last Love Poem I Will Ever Write

37. E.B. White, Here Is New York

38. Minka Kelly, Tell Me Everything

39. P.G. Wodehouse, My Man Jeeves

40. Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist

41. Jonathan Stroud, The Screaming Staircase*

42. Tobias Wolff, Old School

OCTOBER

43. Emi Nietfeld, Acceptance*

44. Charles Dickens, David Copperfield

45. R.F. Kuang, Yellowface

46. Louise Glück, Vita Nova

47. L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon

48. L.M. Montgomery, Emily Climbs

49. L.M. Montgomery, Emily's Quest

50. Ada Limón, The Hurting Kind

NOVEMBER

51. Ron Rash, Poems

52. Louise Glück, Meadowlands

53. Tom Perrotta, Election

54. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea

55. Louise Glück, Averno

56. L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

57. Curtis Sittenfeld, Prep

DECEMBER

58. Tom Perrotta, Tracy Flick Can't Win

59. Pierce Brown, Red Rising*

60. Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

61. Frances Hodgson Burnett, A Little Princess

62. Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

63. Sydney Taylor, All-of-a-Kind Family

64. William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

65. George Eliot, Middlemarch

66. Louise Glück, Ararat

67. Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

68. Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

69. Kate Baer, And Yet

70. Marguerite de Angeli, The Lion in the Box

71. Pierce Brown, Golden Son

72. Laurie Halse Anderson, Shout

#booklist #my reading #my booklist #2023 booklist #2023 reads #my reads #2023 wrapped #bookblr #book recs

[wistful-giselle]

Hello Giselle! I don't know if you have seen my two other asks, but I wan't try my luck three times. I hope you would answer this because I have no one to talk to. My days are very dull and dark, I am an aspiring writer/poet, people like us are made to love and be passionate...but these past few weeks I could not write my heart out. I am very heart broken, and the thought of being lonely kills me. I have been depressed, but what's more painful than sadness is the fact that you can't feel anymore and that is what I'm going through. Hope you advices to ease my pain and longing. As I mention that I am an aspiring writer, can you recommend me some steps and what to do to a procrastinating and chaotic mind like mine? My vocabulary is also not that good as English is not my first language, I hope that you can suggest me many words that reflect beauty and ethereal. And also poetry and books that can help my way out of this. My heart goes on to you, my sweet fairy💓💗 I really hope that you get to see this... :)

oh my love, I genuinely feel so heartbroken after reading this... I might cry... I am so sorry that I have not replied sooner; I very very rarely check my inbox and often asks get lost in the aether. I am deeply glad that you persisted though, I want to help as best I can. you write beautifully by the way- even with english not being your first language you are able to express yourself in a way that holds a lot of emotion and intensity. ♡

I understand loneliness; I understand being unfeeling. although, strangely, I feel that when I am so dissociated from the world, I write best. I simply write what I feel- I don’t try and make it ‘good’, or beautiful, just a reflection of what is happening within my mind or soul. even when one can’t feel anything, there is still something to encapsulate- a hollowness, an absence, a white, blank space or a dark, winding forest that can objectified and made less engulfing for being put into words.

as for some words that I feel are some of the most beautiful in the english language, they include for me:

♡ pearlescent, ephemeral, drowsy, moonbeam, languid, selkie, ethereal, mellifluous, enthralled, lull, ambrosia, translucent, lilting, twilight, enchanting, murmurous, dream, eglantine, wistful, aurora, reminiscent, dewdrop, seraphic, liminal, melancholy, faery, ineffable, haunting, sylph, enamoured, iridescence, lavender, spectre, eerie, luminescence, illicit, petrichor, perfumed, sublime, gossamer, lithe, ingenue ♡

as for books- I put so much of my faith and my heart in children’s books. it might have something to do with nostalgia, but I also believe that children’s books- especially older ones- are often so steeped in messages about light and love and generosity of the heart. and subtle, joyous threads of magic. my very favourites are ‘the little white horse’ by elizabeth gouge, ‘the secret garden’ and ‘the little princess’ by frances hodgson burnett, and ‘howl’s moving castle’ by diana wynne jones. when I find my mind to be ‘chaotic’ and unfocused, I know I can find solace in these books and others- there is a joy in rereading books over and over until reading them takes no effort at all, just like falling asleep or daydreaming.

if you, like me, are particularly drawn towards more ethereal and metaphysical elements of language, shakespeare is unparalleled- parts of ‘a midsummer night’s dream’, ‘the tempest’ and ‘romeo and juliet’ especially are truly, truly exquisite. similarly, there is some victorian and romantic poetry that is completely hauntingly beautiful. I adore ‘the lotos-eaters’ by tennyson, for instance, and absolutely anything by keats. I have been reading ‘to autumn’, of course, as it is late september- but I always return most of all to ‘ode to a nightingale’ when it comes to loneliness…

the passage where the monster is describing his flight in ‘frankenstein’ by mary shelley also makes me cry- it is also about loneliness, heartbreak, grief. and I feel so profoundly glad whenever I cry at a novel- it makes me feel human and connected to something and someone else and so relieves that ache of isolation. virginia woolf uses language in intricate and lovely ways too- ‘to the lighthouse’ and ‘orlando’ have such an innate musicality to them, they cut deep to what it is like to live and be alive. ‘jane eyre’ by charlotte bronte too, as well as ‘david copperfield’ by dickens and ‘adam bede’ by george eliot. they are long novels, and require patience and a little love, but perhaps finding a book like that might help relieve that ache for you too.

find a dream-like corner someplace quiet, light a candle, absorb yourself in someone else’s world and their troubles. please be kind to yourself, truly; you won’t feel like this forever. I promise you are not alone, and you may come and talk to me anytime, I promise I shall pay extra care to my inbox and private messages from now on. you have my sympathy and love and friendship if you need it angel ♡

#answered #💌

[britneyshakespeare]

Being then in a pleasant frame of mind (from which I infer that poisoning is not always disagreeable in some stages of the process), I resolved to go to the play. It was Covent Garden Theatre that I chose; and there, from the back of a centre box, I saw Julius Caesar and the new Pantomime. To have all those noble Romans alive before me, and walking in and out for my entertainment, instead of being the stern taskmasters they had been at school, was a most novel and delightful effect. But the mingled reality and mystery of the whole show, the influence upon me of the poetry, the lights, the music, the company, the smooth stupendous changes of glittering and brilliant scenery, were so dazzling, and opened up such illimitable regions of delight, that when I came out into the rainy street, at twelve o'clock at night, I felt as if I had come from the clouds, where I had been leading a romantic life for ages, to a bawling, splashing, link-lighted, umbrella-struggling, hackney-coach-jostling, patten-clinking, muddy, miserable world.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, "Chapter 19: I Look About Me, and Make a Discovery"

#david copperfield experiences the magic of live theater! #diana rereads david copperfield #i was kicking and screaming when i read this paragraph #god i wish that were me #daisy has a taste for beauty! #this is me inside my deep and wonderful imagination in the year of our lord 2023 #i do have to admit i feel like i kinda wanna memorize some of my favorite paragraphs as i reread. i dont know why #i havent PURPOSEFULLY tried to memorize any literature. poetry or prose. since i was a teenager #it was sort of a childish habit of mine. i felt it somehow made me closer to it #not that it doesn't. if thats how it makes you feel. #i guess it also used to be my desire to act/perform. which i dont do at all anymore. shut-in that i am #but ive been so deep in the books and the imagination lately i fancy im practically putting on shows for myself #i live in them now and ill make myself believe them. thats what ill do! #dickens #david copperfield #quotes #victorian literature #shakespeare #julius caesar

[britneyshakespeare]

Accordingly, I told Agnes about my declaration of poverty, about the cookery book, the housekeeping accounts, and all the rest of it. "Oh, Trotwood!" she remonstrated, with a smile. "Just your old headlong way! You might have been in earnest in striving to get on in the world, without being so very sudden with a timid, loving, inexperienced girl. Poor Dora!" I never heard such sweet forbearing kindness expressed in a voice, as she expressed in making this reply. It was as if I had seen her admiringly and tenderly embracing Dora, and tacitly reproving me, by her considerate protection, for my hot haste in fluttering that little heart. It was as if I had seen Dora, in all her fascinating artlessness, caressing Agnes, and thanking her, and coaxingly appealing against me, and loving me with all her childish innocence. I felt so grateful to Agnes, and admired her so! I saw those two together, in a bright perspective, such well-associated friends, each adorning the other so much!

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, Chapter 39: Wickfield and Heep

#diana rereads david copperfield #i havent been updating this tag bc i havent really had the motivation to make posts but yes im still in happyland rereading this book #AND THAT'S THAT ON THE RIVALRY BETWEEN AGNES AND DORA #seriously it's been 5 years and i still can't get over the stigma ppl attach to dora that i REALLY do not think is supported by the text #dora is an imperfect character. and often in dickens ppl associate imperfection with unworthiness. #dora IS worthy. like i cant get over it. she has all the right friends sympathizing with her #but so much of the audience do not sympathize w her faults or her backstory at all #despite it having sooooo much in common with david's mother. who no one ever argues is supposed to be unsympathetic! #dickens #david copperfield #agnes wickfield #dora spenlow #dora has all the faults that ppl don't care to sympathize with real beautiful young women who have been condescended to all their lives. #she feels incompetent she feels she has no control in anything. her best friend is her dog for a reason #bc jip doesn't expect anything of her but to love and care for him. she is not one of her masters #and for that matter she is less of a master of jip than she is his indulging friend. #in the saddest sense. jip and dora are equals. jip represents all the control that dora has in the world (very little) #and she loves jip. and many ppl love dora. but no one has any more expectations of her than the dog. #ppl accept her subservience. #ppl act like dora is just frivolous and doesn't care about making david's life any easier when she doesn't believe she can help him w thing #like domestic duties. but EVERYONE in dora's life tells david NOT to expect anything of her. #she is only REPEATING what everyone has already been telling her AND him the whole time. she has no self-efficacy #dora spenlow is a tragic heroine. love it or leave it

[britneyshakespeare]

Just finished Chapter 51: The Beginning of a Longer Journey. Could throw up. Now it's time to assist at an explosion.

#the moment we've all been waiting for #uriah heep is fuckin caaaancelllllled #diana rereads david copperfield #its been hard for me to keep up the pace since there are some emotional chapters near the end #that im not looking forward to feeling sad about. dora dying for instance #like i know these things are going to be moving to me. it's harder to pick them up #when you know what you'll feel rather than going in blind on a first read #oh man. i need to rip uriah heep to shreds #it'll be good for my skin

[britneyshakespeare]

i did finish david copperfield today

#the depression hasn't set in yet. im still in denial #immediately after i closed the book i picked up a play to read #tales from diana #diana rereads david copperfield

[britneyshakespeare]

it's so beautiful how in david copperfield by charles dickens chapter 59 return it starts with david being lonely after telling no one he's come home from his three years on the european continent. he didn't tell anyone on purpose he was coming back in order to surprise them, but he still reflects on how damn lonely it is stepping off the coach. and the first person he goes to check in on is traddles, the best friend of his adult life, who he finds to be finally married at long last to the dearest girl in the world and not doing exceptionally well in material matters but is so evidently satisfied with his living situation anyway, for the company he keeps with sophy and her family. and then he goes back to the inn where he's sleeping and feels lonely by the fire and realizes sitting in the corner is no one but dr. chillip the man who gave birth to him. and in introducing himself to chillip, who doesn't immediately recognize him (naturally), chillip tells him how he looks so much like his father who died before he was born. and they catch up and talk about how awful the murdstones are. and chillip makes one mention about how his aunt horrified him on the night he was born, and david's actually like "she's actually the kindest woman in the world, i'm going over to see her tomorrow morning" and then he does, he goes back and is welcomed warmly by betsey and mr. dick and peggotty whom they've hired as a servant after all of her family has either died or left the country. the three positive adults who raised him and still survive. and there's just this beautiful going backwards in time to reflect on all of the major relations david has left, with that wonderful reprieve in the middle being in conversation with the man who literally brought him into this world. "his maker" so to say. david has been crushingly lonely and this REALLY is return. i cant get over it. i cant be normal about it i cant be eloquent about it Right NOW but this chapter is such a nice little calm where nothing per se "happens" to david other than he comes home. but he REALLY DOES come home, he comes HOME home he came HOME

#diana rereads david copperfield #if this is incomprehensible. i didnt do anything to proofread it #i am not in the mind to prevent myself from being seen as Insane #i do not give a rat's ass #an expression i'm pretty sure i've never used myself in this life until now #i have sooooo many feelings #david copperfield by charles dickens chapter 59 return #SDLFHSI #i have 34 pages left #i feel like i need to take a break bc im having so many Feelings #savor the book diana savor the book diana #I COULD FINISH IT ALL TONIGHT I COULD SCREAM I COULD THROW THINGS

[britneyshakespeare]

Chapter 53: Another Retrospect I did cry

#diana rereads david copperfield #that's the first time ive full-on cried while reading a book. at least to my knowledge/memory #and i could've full on sobbed but i was kind of suppressing it bc i can't rly handle the emotions rn #that was cathartic but also my heart feels like it's been ripped out #i love dora spenlow so much #i love jip too #the two of them were literally me and raider #reading that after having lost my own beloved little black dog hurts in a different way #im too big for this #:(

[britneyshakespeare]

There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.

Annie Strong in Charles Dickens' David Copperfield, Chapter 45: Mr. Dick Fulfills My Aunt's Prediction

#diana rereads david copperfield #dickens #david copperfield #annie strong #doctor strong #god do i have some thoughts on their marriage in this book #it's portrayed very very very interestingly. altho it is most definitely very victorian

[britneyshakespeare]

One thing that's really striking to me on my reread of David Copperfield is how Dora is arguably the most consciously humorous character in the book. David Copperfield is full of humor, generally. Most characters have at least some comic element to them, but Dora is very aware of her own, as much as she is her shortcomings. Dora is imaginative, creative, whimsical, and purposefully playful. The idea that people read this as vain frivolity is absurd to me.

#dora spenlow #diana rereads david copperfield #me forever and always the number one dora spenlow defender #i really do relate to her character in a lot of ways #she IS a silly thing so what??? she's funny! she's enjoying herself! #this isn't some sort of function of her lacking awareness of others. if anything it's an extension of it #she's always trying to be pleasant to the people around her and she uses humor as a distraction #for when she starts to feel insecure. #she is acutely aware of when she is disappointing people. #i also love that she's just a creative and impractical sort of soul. very very true bestie #i am exactly in your boat girl i will also be painting flowers and playing the guitar rather than housekeeping #she is not incapable of understanding other people's needs tho #idk im not being as eloquent in this as i thought i would be but i just really feel defensive about her #people do not understand her and i will never make enough posts about that subject in my life

[britneyshakespeare]

you know i absolutely love how when betsey feels proud of david she says "oh god it's a good thing your mother isn't here or else she'd be brought to tears" while she's trying to hold back tears. truly some classic betsey

#i cant remember what chapter this was in but. queen #diana rereads david copperfield #i love aunt betsey so much #the way that when she first took in david she said one day he might even be able to equal his sister betsey trotwood in her heart #i am OBSESSSEEEDDDD with her. betsey trotwood is the kind of aunt im going to be #except i do have a niece. unfortunately she was not named diana. maybe the next one

[britneyshakespeare]

I love Tommy Traddles. My guy is a constant victim of circumstance

#doomed by the narrative (comic) #confused #diana rereads david copperfield #this is how i empathize with him

[britneyshakespeare]

I began, by being singularly cheerful and light-hearted; all sorts of half-forgotten things to talk about, came rushing into my mind, and made me hold forth in a most unwonted manner. I laughed heartily at my own jokes, and everybody else's; called Steerforth to order for not passing the wine; made several engagements to go to Oxford; announced that I meant to have a dinner party exactly like that, once a week until further notice; and madly took so much snuff out of Grainger's box, that I was obliged to go into the pantry, and have a private fit of sneezing ten minutes long.

I went on, by passing the wine faster and faster yet, and continually starting up with a corkscrew to open more wine, long before any was needed. I proposed Steerforth's health. I said he was my dearest friend, the protector of my boyhood, and the companion of my prime. I said I was delighted to propose his health. I said I owed him more obligations than I could ever repay, and held him in a higher admiration than I could ever express. I finished by saying, "I'll give you Steerforth! God bless him! Hurrah!" We gave him three times three, and another, and a good one to finish with. I broke my glass in going round the table to shake hands with him, and I said (in two words) "Steerforth, you'retheguidingstarofmyexistence."

I went on, by finding suddenly that somebody was in the middle of a song. Markham was the singer, and he sang "When the heart of a man is depressed with care." He said, when he had sung it, he would give us "Woman!" I took objection to that, and I couldn't allow it. I said it was not a respectful way of proposing the toast, and I would never permit that toast to be drunk in my house otherwise than as "The Ladies!" I was very high with him, mainly I think because I saw Steerforth and Grainger laughing at me—or at him—or at both of us. He said a man was not to be dictated to. I said a man was. He said a man was not to be insulted, then. I said he was right there—never under my roof, where the Lares were sacred, and the laws of hospitality paramount. He said it was no derogation from a man's dignity to confess that I was a devilish good fellow. I instantly proposed his health.

Somebody was smoking. We were all smoking. I was smoking, and trying to suppress a rising tendency to shudder. Steerforth had made a speech about me, in the course of which I had been affected almost to tears. I returned thanks, and hoped the present company would dine with me tomorrow, and the day after—each day at five o'clock, that we might enjoy the pleasures of conversation and society through a long evening. I felt called upon to propose an individual. I would give them my aunt, Miss Betsey Trotwood, the best of her sex!

Somebody was leaning out of my bedroom window, refreshing his forehead against the cool stone of the parapet, and feeling the air upon his face. It was myself. I was addressing myself as "Copperfield," and saying, "Why did you try to smoke? You might have known you couldn't do it." Now, somebody was unsteadily contemplating his features in the looking-glass. That was I too. I was very pale in the looking-glass; my eyes had a vacant appearance; and my hair—only my hair, nothing else—looked drunk.

Somebody said to me, "Let us go to the theatre, Copperfield!" There was no bedroom before me, but again the jingling table covered with glasses; the lamp; Grainger on my right hand, Markham on my left, and Steerforth opposite—all sitting in a mist, and a long way off. The theatre? To be sure. The very thing. Come along! But they must excuse me if I saw everybody out first, and turned the lamp off—in case of fire.

Owing to some confusion in the dark, the door was gone. I was feeling for it in the window-curtains, when Steerforth, laughing, took me by the arm and led me out. We went downstairs, one behind another. Near the bottom, somebody fell, and rolled down. Somebody else said it was Copperfield. I was angry at that false report, until, finding myself on my back in the passage, I began to think there might be some foundation for it.

A very foggy night, with great rings round the lamps in the streets! There was an indistinct talk of its being wet. I considered it frosty. Steerforth dusted me under a lamp-post, and put my hat into shape, which somebody produced from somewhere in a most extraordinary manner, for I hadn't had it on before. Steerforth then said, "You are all right, Copperfield, are you not?" and I told him, "Neverberrer."

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, Chapter 24: My First Dissipation

#i reread this passage so many times bc i just could not stop laughing #diana rereads david copperfield #frankly steerforth youAREtheguidingstarofmyexistence #a line i have not stopped quoting in five years #dickens #david copperfield

[britneyshakespeare]

In the meantime, days and weeks slipped away. I was articled to Spenlow and Jorkins. I had ninety pounds a year (exclusive of my house rent and sundry collateral matters) from my aunt. My rooms were engaged for twelve months certain; and though I still found them dreary of an evening, and the evenings long, I would settle down into a state of equable low spirits, and resign myself to coffee—which I seem, on looking back, to have taken by the gallon at about this period of my existence. At about this time, too, I made three discoveries: first, that Mrs. Crupp was a martyr to a curious disorder called "the spazzums," which was generally accompanied with inflammation of the nose, and required to be constantly treated with peppermint; secondly, that something peculiar in the temperature of my pantry made the brandy bottles burst; thirdly, that I was alone in the world, and much given to record that circumstance in fragments of English versification.

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, Chapter 26: I Fall Into Captivity

#ive been loving these young adult chapters #i made sure when i left off last night to leave my first dissipation for today #that's always been one of the highlights of the book for me #stupid daisy! #diana rereads david copperfield #and we're finally with dora. i am so happy #me the number one dora spenlow defender #(seriously how do ppl read her as an unsympathetic character? it's so inconsistent w everything else in the book) #david loves her. betsey loves her. miss murdstone hates her #she has all the right allies and enemies that if dickens wanted u to hate her. he wouldnt give them to her #ppl hate pretty girls w depression #not me tho! #(a fellow pretty girl with depression)

[britneyshakespeare]

sometimes you just have to savor a beautiful little moment and shut the book

#diana rereads david copperfield #thoughts after he runs into steerforth in chapter 19: i look about me and make a discovery #im like 'why am i cheering? this is bad' #david copperfield or should i say DAISY copperfield is a disaster bisexual for the ages #fuck do you mean 'i soon fell asleep in a blissful condition and dreamed of ancient rome; steerforth; and friendship'? gaaaay