When Arthur Clennam returns to England after many years abroad, he takes a kindly interest in Amy Dorrit, his mother's seamstress, and in the affairs of Amy's father, William Dorrit, a man of shabby grandeur, long imprisoned for debt in Marshalsea prison. As Arthur soon discovers, the dark shadow of the prison stretches far beyond its walls to affect the lives of many, from the kindly Mr Panks, the reluctant rent-collector of Bleeding Heart Yard, and the tipsily garrulous Flora Finching, to Merdle, an unscrupulous financier, and the bureaucratic Barnacles in the Circumlocution Office. A masterly evocation of the state and psychology of imprisonment, Little Dorrit is one of the supreme works of Dickens's maturity.
Horrible narration. Like, really awful.
I don’t know if this book is good or not because I can’t continue to subject myself to the torture this person is trying to pass off as narration.
Multiple “elderly” characters are voiced exactly like the Wicked Witch of the West. That super obnoxious “I’ll get you my pretty” voice for anyone who’s old. It’s ridiculous, distracting and mildly infuriating.
Ever heard of misophonia? I hadn’t either but now I have it after listening to just 5 chapters.