After an extraordinarily long and difficult struggle, I was finally able to finish reading H.G. Wells' extraordinarily horrible novel, The Shape of Things to Come. I began reading the novel following the recommendation of Archbishop Charles J. Chaput, and I soon began to regret having followed the Archbishop's suggestion.

As is often the case with particularly bad novels, I was only able to get through this one by beginning another novel and going back to the boring one by bits. The novel that allowed me to finish reading Wells' piece of drivel was George Eliot's  Middlemarch, A Study of Provincial Life. I still have quite a lot left to read in this novel. I've already downloaded several books to read this year - Eliot's Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe being one of them. I will probably go onto it upon finishing Middlemarch.