For December, we’ve decided to read the classic A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Maybe it was because we had a tea from Fezziwigs when we picked our selections in October. Maybe, it was because it’s a classic. Maybe, it’s because we’ve all seen a million different versions and wanted to see just how Dickens originally told it. Maybe, it was because at 80ish pages we thought it would give us more time to read the 700+ page book we picked for January. Possibilities all.
Look at this stunning cover that I found by illustrator Wayne Dorrington. He describes himself as a ginger-bearded geek . . . I may have a crush on this dude. I know I have a crush on his art. Check his blogging out.
“I have always thought of Christmas time . . . as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.”
So wrote Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol, his tale of miserable miser Ebenezer Scrooge and his transformation into a kind and caring benefactor after visits on one Christmas Eve from the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come. Dickens’s short novel is one of the most-loved works in the English language and the best-known celebration of the Yuletide season.
I’m looking forward to rereading this one. Also, I’m looking forward to making terrible Scrooged puns all night long when we meet to discuss it. “Scared the dickens out of ’em! . . . . Nobody gets that!”