Tonight‘s reading snack, a Scandinavian treat!
Daughter made us skillingsboller so I made hot chocolate (despite our 100-degree heat) in my Norwegian moose mug, my Norwegian Maya fork, on our Ikea snack plate. Daughter added her Norwegian moose oven mitt into the photo.
So, this week I discovered that Charles Dickens called his son Plorn. PLORN. Short for a babyhood nickname of “the Plornishghenter” which was shortened to “Plornish” and then PLORN. I can‘t. 🤣🤣 This will live rent-free in my head forever.
Also: I‘m guessing the characters Mr. & Mrs. Plornish in Little Dorrit may be named after good ol‘ Plorn, who was 3 years old when Dickens started publishing the book in serial form. #WhattheDickens indeed. 😂
pickI‘ve wanted to read this novel ever since I saw the series a few years ago when it came out (I looked it up & the series was out 2008, so more than a few years)
Arthur Clennam has just returned to the UK after decades abroad. On his first night back, he visits his mother. With his mother, he find a young woman sewing. This is Little Dorrit who lives in the debt prison with her father and siblings.
A book that looks at bureaucracy and how hard
Dickens‘s descriptions of people are the very best. But my favorite thing about Dickens has always been his descriptions of buildings, like this one.
I looked up “scrofulously,” and couldn‘t find a meaning for it, but even without a meaning it is so descriptive!
#whattheDickens @Cuilin
pickWhen I told a friend I was reading this, she said, “What, voluntarily?!” 🤣 I LOVED Dickens in college and grad school, and in many ways I still do, but here I was really feeling the “paid by the word” vibe. Several of the intersecting plots could have been lifted right out and I wouldn‘t have minded at all!
Little Dorrit has all the classic hallmarks of a Dickens novel: a sweet, industrious heroine and her imprudent, foolish, silly family; ⤵️
pickI enjoyed this one, even though it was really long.
Amy Dorrit is born in a debtors prison. There she spends her time taking care of her delusional father and trying to wrangle her siblings. And then her fortune changes 🩶
#Whatthedickens @Cuilin @Texreader
#WickedWords #England @AsYouWish
#Pantone2025 #darkgullgray #brightwhite @Lauredhel
‘Mr. Clennam,‘ returned Mrs. Ticket, ‘I was a little heavy in my eyes, being that I was waiting longer than customary for my cup of tea which was then preparing by Mary Jane. I was not sleeping, nor what a person would term correctly, dozing. I was more what a person would strictly call watching with my eyes closed.‘
#WhatTheDickens
In effect, the swain was standing up in his gondola, card-case in hand, affecting to put the question to a servant. This conjunction of circumstances led to his immediately afterwards presenting himself before the young ladies in a posture, which in ancient times would not have been considered one of favourable augury for his suit, since the gondoliers of the young ladies, having been put to some inconvenience by the chase, so neatly brought
