"The Water Cure" is becoming a bit of a tease.
I get the need to pace the book so that I can FEEL the stifling effects of isolation and ignorance combined with forced ritual intimacy, but enough already.
I'm beginning to feel like I'm trapped in the middle of a front row at "Waiting For Godot" and I'm so embarrassed by what other people will think of me that I stay in my seat long after my boredom threatens to be terminal and I suspect Beckett of being a sadist with a wicked sense of humour.
I'm hanging on because the voices of the characters are strong and because I can no more look away from the spectacle of the Bennet sisters transported to an island where they are subjected to abuse that they've educated to understand as sympathetic magic, than I can look away from a building about to be demolished by well-placed charges.
But I NEED SOMETHING TO HAPPEN.
One more hour. Then either the story moves on or I do.