And so I have started the sequel to The Meaning of Night and find The Glass of Time to be just as good as the first but for different reasons. This one is narrated by a girl. I have a lot of predictions but I won’t say anything just yet. I am sad because I know I am going to love it and will want to read a third but there is none.
During the day at work, when I am not reading or occupied, I think about Miss Gorst (the main character) and her relation to Edward Glapthorn and the first book. It keeps me distracted and content. And I pretend I am there, living in the book, seeing the countryside and wondering about the characters. In the book, Miss Gorst must live in a strange house and be maid to dark, mysterious Emily of the first book. All Miss Gorst knows is that she must fulfill this task as her future greatly depends on it. So I pretend that I have been requested to perform this task of my dull job and lonely hours because perhaps my future greatly depends on it.
I checked out, bought, and put on hold some other promising books including one by Wilkie Collins whom Michael Cox liked and is even mentioned in this book. I could read forever. I probably will.
