The thirty-seventh book: #37 Julie; Or, the New Eloise - Jean-Jacques Rousseau
More letters. And Rousseau's style doesn't work for me. While Clarissa had the letters written in distinct voices, I didn't get any of that reading about Julie. There are several different characters writing letters, but half the time I got lost who was who, because nobody was addressing anyone else and it all seemed the same. Add to that that a lot of the letters don't really have such interesting content - rather than talking about events and feelings, it seems like it's all about housekeeping, how their perfect life is nicely staying at home and how they have the same routine and how great that is. In other words, this is a story on how to live your life, hiding as a novel, and I didn't like it.