Is May almost over? Well, it may be. It just may be time for more desperate falsehoods about a book I’ve recently read.
In the past month, I had the pleasure of reading The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë.
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall details the curious history of Gilbert Markham, who becomes the eponymous tenant. Despite all the protestations against this peculiarity, Markham insists on renting out the corridor of Wildfell rather than a proper bedroom, setting up shop in the narrow first-floor passageway.
Wildfell being a major office building on its first few floors, Gilbert soon finds himself wrapped up on the intrigues of those who work within. Living as he does in the hallway that separates their office doors from the outside world, he gets in, so to speak, on the ground floor of these conflicts, and slowly becomes an integral part of them.
The question is, who will solve whose mystery first? Will Gilbert solve his friends’ dilemmas before they discover the dark truth behind why he has consigned himself to pitch his tent in Wildfell’s halls?
Gripping down to the last page, I highly recommend The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, particularly to fans of torrid romance, nested stories, and office intrigue.