I started reading “The mysteries of Udolpho” by Ann Radcliffe a few weeks ago as part of the Gothic Reading Challenge. I know it will take me a while before I finish this one, 875 page is quite a chunkster, and I never only read one book at a time.
Here are the first two sentences:
On the pleasant banks of the Garonne, in the province of Gascony, stood, in the year 1584, the chateau of Monsieur St Aubert. From its windows were seen the pastoral landscapes of Guienne and Gascony, stretching along the river, gay with luxuriant woods and vines, and plantations of olives.
Doesn’t that sound very pleasant indeed? The book is full of picturesque descriptions and I think I will take a few weeks before the suspense begins – if ever.