A review by menniemenace
The Victorian and the Romantic: A Memoir, a Love Story, and a Friendship Across Time by Nell Stevens

2.0

This book gave me depression.

It is about the author, Nell, who is writing about Elizabeth Gaskell, and is in love with a man that is fickle and not solidly present.
For some reason, her relationship and Gaskell's are paralleled, though they have almost nothing in common. The only link is how they both ended which does not warrant a whole book.

When writing her thesis she is asked "Why this subject? What are you trying to say?" which are dumb questions. Academic writing isn't about the author's inner thoughts about a subject. No "Analytical essays on the significance of doorsteps in books" offer a window to the author's thoughts on the subject. This book, however, warrants these questions. What is Stevens' point? What is she trying to say?
I am, after reading this book, without an answer.

This book is sad, and not poetically sad, it's just sad. I want to bury myself under a blanket and cry. I feel as if I have a pit inside of me that will not be filled today. This book just made more hollow.


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