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At night

I came on with the thought to write for the sheer hope that Nathan might read it-- if I had known he had already checked my weblog I would have been writing on it in the lab just to be able to tell him my thoughts.

Nathan... I miss you, too. I almost forgot tonight was abnormal but as soon as I came in Henry was acting really odd, the same disturbed way he acted when I came home from Bethyl every afternoon. Then I remembered you weren't here. I don't think I ever said the Bronte books were written by the same person. Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights are in two very different styles, and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall is different from either of them. After I finish this book, however, I intend to go into a deep study of all their lives; if I start researching them now, something will probably spoil the ending of this book for me, and I don't want that to happen.

Darkthorns, I don't know if The Tenant of Wildfell Hall will be to your taste, but since you liked those other two you mentioned, you will probably at least be able to get through this one. It starts out slow... much slower than the others, but for me it picked up in momentum so much it's hard for me to do anything but read it. Thank you for your reply. I had no idea anyone had found my weblog. Now that I'm on Blogspot I feel that my weblog is in the middle of a desolate wasteland. I got much more traffic with Livejournal.

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