Copperfield!
Wow, writing in everyone's fandom du jour really pays off! That X-Men fic has just reached its second page of comments. That has rarely (if ever?) happened to me.
Also, finished David Copperfield today. Had tears in my eyes for the last fifteen pages just, because, you know. It was over and stuff. And everyone got a ridiculously happy ending. Although going back to the first sentence, I don't think Davy is actually the hero of this story. It's pretty much everyone else (chiefly Betsy Trotwood, nineteenth century BAMF, Mr Pegotty and Micawber) whereas Davy is just sort of there. And occasionally makes a stupid choice like marrying Dora. Of course, when Dora was almost dead, I finally realized that the reason she annoyed me SO MUCH is that the way she talks to her dog is exactly like the way my mum treats our dog. (Although my mum is otherwise nothing like Dora, for the record.) And then I was sad, and everyone went to Australia and Davy went off to go be a Romantic Poet (I laughed hard at the obligatory OMG THE ALPS ARE SUBLIME passage.) Also, Freud must have fucking loved this book, if he read it. The incestual subtext alone... But also, I think quite highly of Dickens for his positive portrayal of Mr Dick, and to a lesser extent, Miss Mowcher. But mostly my conclusion is: Betsy Trotwood Forever.
Also, finished David Copperfield today. Had tears in my eyes for the last fifteen pages just, because, you know. It was over and stuff. And everyone got a ridiculously happy ending. Although going back to the first sentence, I don't think Davy is actually the hero of this story. It's pretty much everyone else (chiefly Betsy Trotwood, nineteenth century BAMF, Mr Pegotty and Micawber) whereas Davy is just sort of there. And occasionally makes a stupid choice like marrying Dora. Of course, when Dora was almost dead, I finally realized that the reason she annoyed me SO MUCH is that the way she talks to her dog is exactly like the way my mum treats our dog. (Although my mum is otherwise nothing like Dora, for the record.) And then I was sad, and everyone went to Australia and Davy went off to go be a Romantic Poet (I laughed hard at the obligatory OMG THE ALPS ARE SUBLIME passage.) Also, Freud must have fucking loved this book, if he read it. The incestual subtext alone... But also, I think quite highly of Dickens for his positive portrayal of Mr Dick, and to a lesser extent, Miss Mowcher. But mostly my conclusion is: Betsy Trotwood Forever.