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Nicholas Nickleby
by Charles Dickens
Why do people look at me oddly when they see me laughing out loud on the train to work, only to spot that I'm reading Dickens? Not every book Dickens wrote is my idea of a good time, but this one in particular is absolutely wonderful. I mean really, who can read about Nicholas, worried about his mother engaging in a perhaps scandalous flirtation with the crazy old man on the other side of their garden wall, "You know, there is no language of vegetables which converts a cucumber into a formal declaration of attachment" and not love Dickens?