The thirty-fourth book: #34 The Female Quixote - Charlotte Lennox
It's been a while since I finished a book - partially taking a rest after some difficult books, but I've also been distracted by Jojo's adventures still.
The Female Quixote was a tricky one to get back to, in part because by its nature, it isn't one that works well for me. As much as I enjoy the pastiches of existing styles, these old books have the downside of not having a modern translation - Don Quixote seems in part more readable because a modern translation updates the style, while the (now) random capitals and oddities in laying out feel like they make this novel more difficult to read. It's not quite worked.
At the same time, I don't care much for the romance novels this is commenting on, and other works have been better at making fun of them. Perhaps it's because this is based on a society and worldview that's unfamiliar to me. It's making me look forward to more modern novels, although next is some French (hence translated) satire. Perhaps that will work better.