Now I love Dickens but this wasn’t my cup of tea at all. What I really love is the amazing characters he creates. This book disappointed in that respect.
I also found the plot a little tame too, entirely predictable and all in all I was desperate for the end after about halfway when I realised that nothing major was really going to happen.
Dickens is known for his superb descriptions of London life and his own surroundings. By branching out into France and revolutionary Paris, he made a bold departure. But after one of the most memorable and famous first lines in the history of English literature, it was ultimately a departure not just from his normal subject matter but also from his singular storytelling style, despite the ending.
Not his best I felt.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
terrible > poor > mediocre > okay > good > very good> excellent > superb