I am a third of the way through The English Patient (1992), the second side novel I've read while journeying through the 800-page, unabridged, fantastic David Copperfield (1850). Although I'm not crazy about Ondaatje's style (a touch too poetic and scattered for my taste), I am enjoying it as a kind of refresher in between courses of Copperfield (which, by the way, if you Google image search, all you'll get is a lot of douchey pictures of that douchey magician). As for the masterpiece, I have fifty pages left to go, and am both glad and sorry to be finishing it.
