I have finished Thackeray's "Vanity Fair," my first "slow read" of the year. I started it on New Year's Eve, finished it on Super Bowl Sunday, reading for hours on some days, for just a few minutes on others, letting it take as long as it took — until the end.
For the last 50 pages or so, however, I speeded up. I am not proud of this. But I needed to know what happened to all those wonderful, intensely human characters.
What will happen, I wondered, to conniving Becky Sharp, whose luck appears to be running out at last? And will foolish, romantic Amelia mourn her good-for-nothing husband forever? Seriously, she is becoming a bit of a pill. And what about faithful Dobbin? Will he ever move on?
I raced through the ending, my husband admonishing me. "That is not in the spirit of the slow read," he said.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said, and flipped another page.
Thackeray did not disappoint, skewering one and all at the end. And then it was done, and I was sorry I had rushed. For days afterward, the characters stayed with me. I missed them! I wished I'd taken those last 50 pages more slowly.
It has also been nice to find that a lot of you embrace the slow read — and to see what a diverse collection of books you are reading.
"'Moby-Dick," writes Jennie Hakes of Aitkin, Minn. "A long, slow, fabulous read. Pick it up one day, go back to it in a couple of days, nothing lost. One of my top 10 books."