I have a confession to make: I haven't finished ‘The Portrait of a Lady’. I’ve been plodding through it for almost a month and I’m only 200 pages in. It’s possibly the slowest I’ve ever read a book. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but there’s something about Portrait of a Lady I don’t quite get.
The plot is simple enough – independent, proud young woman travels from America to England, and lives with her elderly and eccentric relatives. She’s beautiful, of course, and all the British men falling in love with her all over the place. When her uncle dies and leaves her a lot of money, she attracts the attention of some Undesirable Characters (who, of course, appear completely charming and lovely and she promptly falls in love with). I don’t know what happens after that - my friend Imelda said it ends sadly, though.
I’m not giving up, because I never give up on books. I’m just going to put it aside and start something new, because reading a book I’m not enjoying puts a dampener on everything else. I will finish it, at some point. For now, though, I’m going to read the next book on the list.
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