I enjoyed reading Silas Marner, written by a lady with a male pen name.


I returned this afternoon from a 9-day retreat with my son, David, to a rented cottage on East Grand Lake Stream, a portion of the U.S. border with Canada in northeast Maine, where we had heard the fishing was stellar. Not so much. The round-trip drive of 1600+ miles consumed 13 hours (a day and a half) each way–so I’m a little woozy as I write this, being out of the saddle only a few hours. But, although disappointed with the fishing I’d dreamed about for 15 years (the reality of harvesting a bucket on the list is never as good as the dream), I did finish reading a charming novel there that I want to share with you.

Rick’s Review of Silas Marner by George Elliot.


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