I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible - CT Post

I’m a sucker for the life of dead female authors. I don’t know where the fascination lies. It probably dates back to my ten year old self imagining my tragic destiny as a lonesome and misunderstood writer (yes, I was a depressing child) but the fact remains: give me anything Austen, Brontë, Woolf or less known,  and I float off into a world of romanticism and imagination. And then I come back with relief to my present happy self. If you’re so inclined, here are some gems you might enjoy.

• The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (here’s my favorite)


• The Victorian Women Writers project : if you’ve got a little time, you’ll find some unknown treasures in there.

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