Since I suffer from terrible anxiety/depression, I also have the tag-along of insomnia. So at 4am, I crawled out of bed to huddle in my chair and read 20 pages or so. It's been a sleep-deprived weekend so far. I'm out if my sleeping pills so I guess this is my life until after the holiday and I can get a refill.
The writing style of this is very Victorian and flowery, so it's taking me longer to make headway. But with that said, I am actually interested in this story. They use a lot of words I don't understand since I'm not very well versed in pre-Victorian London, but I sort of use context clues and Google. Thank God for the internet.
Also, I would have died if I lived in this time. I'm too independent and headstrong to be a meek housewife who entertains.