After reading Northanger Abbey, it is either a steaming pile of Victorian lust, backstabbing and betrayal …
Or a tempest in teapot with a rushed “shit, gotta wrap it all up right now!” ending.
Can’t decide which, but leaning toward the teapot.
After reading Northanger Abbey, it is either a steaming pile of Victorian lust, backstabbing and betrayal …
Or a tempest in teapot with a rushed “shit, gotta wrap it all up right now!” ending.
Can’t decide which, but leaning toward the teapot.