Status Updates From Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

Tracking along nicely. Im up to the part where the new manservant to Jonathan Strange’s father is wracked with fever. His master opens the window to let some freezing cold air in and next day, the manservant is found on the floor sleeping soundly with his fever abated; and his master dead from the freezing cold. Meanwhile my fever hasn’t abated but it’s time I close my bedroom window and read on.

Started this book this morning as I’m recuperating in bed with the flu. About 50 pages in, I fell into a deep sleep (only an hour, mind you) but I had the most fantastical dream of being in London in 1806. The book’s writing style reminds me of Charles Dickens and it’s bringing up all these wonderful images of talking statues.