At first I thought I would be disappointed and was disturbed that I could think such a think of an Orwell book. The first chapter was incredibly slow goings; alas, the story became infinitely more interesting. It became more and more intense and dramatic as the narrative went along. By the time I reached the last chapter I was on the proverbial edge of my seat.
When Dorothy first revealed that she had lost her faith, I was beyond shocked. I couldn't believe that such a revelation was so quickly mentioned and forgotten, with reason!
Near the end, I must admit that I nearly shed one single man tear at Mr. Warburton's vision of Dorothy's future as a single woman. I hated him so much and the scene was so dramatic that the combination was almost embarrassingly powerful.
Fascinating point: If you read only the first and last chapters, it would appear that nothing had occurred during the read of the novel. This blows my mind. Does this mean it was a good ending or a bad ending (Glass half empty or full)?
I laughed so hard when Mr. Warburton said, "I generally try to pass myself off as an American." My how times have changed.