“Johnny, I hardly knew ye.” That’s John Ridd–hero of the old
classic Lorna Doone. I’ve had Lorna Doone on my to-read list in
my mind for a long time—but so easy to forget it’s there! Recently,
a friend loaned me an old copy she’s had in the family.
I was happy to see that there are eight illustrations—not thrilling ones,
but, possibly of interest–to keep my interest!
I have an acquaintance NAMED Lorna—and we chatted a couple of times about my starting to
read it. She said she read it a few years ago–
feeling guilty because she hadn’t–and her name being Lorna and so forth.
She warned me that the “first 50 pages” are slow, but to keep going–it’s
really good. (There are 811 pages.)
Well, it’s *not* really good. Why? you ask. I ask, too, but I think
the main reason is the time of the book. It was written in 1869
and something about the language of the writing is numbing to me.
(Ditto Sir Walter Scott!!)
The plot concerns the rough clan of the Doones—and they have
killed John Ridd’s father when young John was just a child. And
the Doones are indeed a terrifying bunch. I suspect that Lorna Doone
will have a tie to them!
There is gentle humor at the beginning–quite pleasant and I
did not find the first 50 pages hard going as I became acquainted
with the characters. John does meet Lorna—I won’t RUIN the
story for you and tell you how. (ha, ha) But after awhile, you just
don’t care. Excuse me, “I” don’t care!
The other night at 10:30 I was on page 242. Although I had
been keeping up with the rambling story, the moment came when I just
couldn’t face reading another paragraph. I have closed the book.
I have closed the book. I have closed the book. Oh, the joy of it.
If you ever read it, tell me if John and Lorna get together. I’ll never
get to page 811 to find out.
Dare I give it one button? Surely . . .nope. One button.