"... all through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire..."[sigh]
My love of books began with this novel. When I think about A Tale of Two Cities, especially Sydney Carton, I feel the same ache in my chest that you feel when you think about
people you love, the ones you cherish most.
Dickens had such a brilliant mind. Even his non-fiction work is captivating, and that's not usually my thing. But, this novel, well there's simply none better.