Like I'm really going to write about this. Squirm.
I was less interested in the shenanigans parts and more interested in the psychological analysis parts.
The comparisons to "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" must stop if I'm going to make it through the trilogy.
If I had a helicopter, I would probably use it to land in the middle of the Colonial Williamsburg town square and freak out the re-enactors. "DEVIL SKY BIRD, GAH!"
No part of me understands a protagonist who has to be reminded to eat.
I have seen multiple people reading this on buses and trains. THIS IS NOT PUBLIC TRANSIT READING, YOU GUYS.
Tea drinking has now been tainted forever.