But I couldn’t resist a book that had Pip in its title. I succumbed. I surrender.
This book by Lloyd Jones is fantastic. I always give award winning books a try (in the sad hope that some day, some one would pick up mine)… but not many of these manage to bowl me over.
I remember getting lost in Havisham’s gardens, imagining myself as Estella and Pip in turns… and in fact when I re-read the book in my late-teens, sans boyfriend or even a hope of one, I even thought of myself as Mrs Havisham.
Mathilda’s anger at Pip for spurning Joe, could well have been mine. But which one of us is not guilty of being mean to the people who care about us?
Having finished Mr Pip, I think it’s time to revisit my old love… I don’t know why I haven’t touched GE in the last 10 years… I re-read David Copperfield at least twice in this period, and I love the former more.