Book Review: Vanity Fair

I very much enjoyed this book. A few weeks ago I gave you some reasons why (those great quotes), and the book pretty much stayed in the same vein throughout. I got a little bogged down in the middle, when it talked about the battle of Waterloo and whatnot. (I get bogged down in the Waterloo parts of 'Les Miserables,' too, though. Apparently I just don't care.) But overall the story is intriguing. Oh yeah, did I say what it was about before?

It's about Becky Sharp, a conniving little money-grubber who's trying to climb the social ladder, and her friend (?) Amelia Sedley, a sweet, though simple, romantic (whose lack of common sense/street smarts is somewhat grating - she's a bit of a mutton-headed dolt). And then of course there are the men involved; Rawdon Crawley (a cad who somehow has some redeeming qualities), George Osborne (a cad who has no redeeming qualities), and William Dobbin (who any girl would be happy to have in love with her).

I read this mostly at work (cuz by the time I get home, I'm so tired I fall asleep the minute I open a book), and when I got to the end, I was getting so mad when my breaks were over, cuz that always happened when I got to a really good part (probably cuz it got really good). It's amazing how Thackeray got into women's psyche. Maybe men should read this to try to get a clue. For we women it's just fun to see how we can relate to so much (160 years later). I highly recommend it.