I've been reading Strange & Norrell lately. I'm trying to go real. ly. re. ally sl. oooow. ly, so that I catch more content. Usually I'm in such a hormonal fervor to get to that one page near the end wherein John Uskglass actually graces us with his shiny, odd, vaguely malevolent presence that I disregard minor details such as: 1.) The plot, and 2 ( Read more... )