I'm Late...a lot

So this blog is late...by a lot. Super duper sorry. I am late pretty often. Not to like major events, but anything smaller than that, I tend to have issues with arriving at the set time.

so, in lieu of this today's word is:

dilatory adj. (dill-A-tory): tending or intended to cause delay; tardy

example: Elise's blog posting was dilatory this week and her readers thought her lazy.

In other literature news, I finally finished Jane Eyre. (took forever, whenever a chapter would end there would be another) It was actually really good and I would like to read some more from Charlotte Bronte. However, the finishing of that book means that we have started Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I am not one to characterize an author by one book. I try not to like or dislike them after reading just one work...Dickens is exempt from this rule. I had to read A Tale of Two Cities in high school and knew right then that I could never like him. I was correct, because it is almost a battle to read two pages of Great Expectations in one sitting. How do you guys feel, are you Charles Dickens fans/never read anything/or hate him?

P.S. - Also throwing out there that if you ever meet anyone who tells you that Dickens is their favorite author they are LY-ING. They are either snotty or think this would impress you. (don't try it with me, I know the truth)

further reading:

Dilatory

Charles Dickens

Obviously not Alone in my Hatred