
(1741) This is Richardson's own sequel to Pamela and lacks every quality that made Pamela surprisingly engaging. Pamela is a proto-Mary Sue: Everyone she meets admires her, or when they don't she talks at them until they do. There are interesting moments, as when she suspects Mr. B. of an affair (which turns out to be a huge misunderstanding, because sure it is) but mostly it's a plotless, moralizing, long-winded dud.













