There are books on my TBR pile that I have turned into projects, projects so daunting that the books themselves become impossible to read. Ridiculously, one of these books was Passion by Jude Morgan. It sounded wonderful. Passion follows the lives of the women involved with the Romantic poets Byron, Shelley and Keats. The poets, of course, are prominently featured as well. The book got rave reviews. I had to read it. I bought the book--years ago.
The love lives of the Romantic poets told from the women’s point of view seemed like such a tremendous idea for a novel, but after I bought the book and reflected, I didn’t think I was ready for it. I know nothing about these poets or Romanticism. Poetry isn’t really my thing. Would I be able to fully appreciate the novel? Before reading it, shouldn’t I take some sort of crash course? Read some poetry? History? Some literary criticism? Something?
Of course, I didn’t. Instead, the book sat on my shelf waiting for me to have time to do it justice. Because I kept hearing such great things about Jude Morgan’s writing, I bought The Taste of Sorrow about the Bronte sisters, but haven’t read that yet either, and finally, exasperated with myself, I borrowed A Little Folly from the library to give myself a deadline. (It was delightful. Review here.) In the meantime, I put Passion on my TBR pile challenge list. No more stalling. After all, I read historical fiction as introduction to history–to learn something or pretend I’m learning something when what I’m really doing is reading for pleasure.
And what an absorbing pleasure this book is.
I’ve completed 7/12 books for my TBR pile challenge hosted by Roof Beam Reader and 22/25 for the Historical Fiction Challenge hosted by Historical Tapestry.