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Why I Used To Feel Sorry For Tolstoy (And Why I’m Over It Now)

portrait of Leo Tolstoy
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“Sorry for Tolstoy?” I hear you cry. Why should a little-known writer with zero published novels to her name pity the author of one of the world’s longest and greatest works of fiction?

Find our why I used to feel sorry for Tolstoy (and Dickens and Eliot and Hardy) – and why I’m over it now – by reading my guest post on the lovely Jessica Bell’s blog, alluring entitled The Alliterative Allomorph (yes, I had to look that last one up in the dictionary too).

Click here to hop straight over to it now…

While you’re there, you may find yourself getting drawn into more of Jessica’s wonderful and wide-ranging blog too. You have been warned…

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