Reading this with a Dickens fan was a great idea, for I learned so much than if I were to read it alone. I also enjoyed it a lot more with a buddy who is so passionate about his works. 

I'm not going to lie, I had a pretty tough time getting into this story. I'm not very familiar with Dickens' style, especially with his take on historical fiction. The book was like an EKG machine. It goes up and down. When it goes down, the story was like a blur and I couldn't get through it like walking through a foggy street. But when it's up, oh boy. So was I. Suddenly I'm feeling so many things, and sweating nervously through my shirt. 

This book wasn't anything like I thought it would be. I haven't the faintest idea of what it'll contain when I first picked it up. But it was a story of love, and heroism, and justice to evil people, of alliances and enemies. It was so many things at once. 

Just like the first line of the book, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times", the ending reflected it too. It had such a bittersweet ending, and Charles really nailed it perfectly.