Under the Greenwood Tree by Thomas Hardy

Audrey has been after me to read this book. I've been putting it off. I finally settled down and got to it.

I have to say it was a little bit of a slow start. Not too bad, but a little. There may have been a couple of factors: usually I was very tired when I started to read, and never got very far, and/or I was reading with a lot of other noise going on. Which really means Ray was watching the television while I was reading. If the book's good enough I never even notice the TV. Otherwise it's a distraction. In this case it took me a little while to tune out the TV.

One other very small factor was the style of language and writing. That took a little bit to immerse myself into. It's Thomas Hardy after all. And  in addition he wrote like they spoke.

But I have to say that about a fourth of the way into the book I found myself lost in the story, giggling and rolling my eyes at the behavior of some of the characters. Some of it was priceless.

I'm glad I persevered. It was well worth it.