Read: Started on a boat, continued in a tent, finished on a plane. Read between July 24th and August 9th.
Review: The classic tale of woe and shipwreck, shift and survival, disaster and disquisition. Robin Crusoe, a young man of Yorkshire, goes utterly against his family's counsel by going away to sea. A series of misadventures fails to dissuade him from further voyaging, and thus he finds himself so famously washed up alone on a remote and apparently deserted island. The book gives a detailed account of the practicalities of his survival, interwoven with the philosophical and theological reflections occasioned by such an exile.
Time: This took me ages! About three weeks I think. Summer is busy! I've read lying on a bunk aboard Lustre, by torchlight in my tent at Soul Survivor, in the loft at Claire's house in between tying bows for wedding-related items and finally on yesterday's (really rather luxurious) flight from Heathrow to Philadelphia. I find it appropriate that I began this adventursome tome aboard a boat and finished it high up in the sky.
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