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I'm a quiter. I can't take it anymore. Charles Dickens is killing me. I've tried and tried to get into his novel, Little Dorrit, but it's only lead to suffering on my part. It's going back up on the shelf and I'm moving on. Maybe in a few months I'll try and read the 500 pages that I have left, but not now. It's disappointing for me to leave a book unfinished, but my mental health is at stake right now. I need something a little less dense.

Farewell Little Dorrit.