Edited with Introduction and Notes -- a school book used in the 1920s/1930s

2.5 stars

Se me hizo un mamotreto difícil de terminar, la grandilocuencia de esta novela termina siendo irritante, en mi opinión. ( )

I highlighted like crazy (on my kindle-don't worry) while I was reading this. So many great lines and paragraphs that I wanted to go back to and read again. I can't list all of them, but I'll include a few. I like the sarcasm of this one:
...and being a responsible jury...must positively find the prisoner Guilty, and make an end of him, whether they liked it or not. That, they never could lay their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never endure the notion of their children laying their heads upon their pillows; in short, that there never more could be, for them or theirs, any laying of heads upon pillows at all, unless the prisoner's head was taken off.

I like the wrenching description in this one:

Sadly, sadly, the sun rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.

And I like Mr. Lorry's description of memory and growing old, when Carton asks him if his childhood seems far off:

Twenty years back, yes; at this time of my life, no. For, as I draw closer and closer to the end, I travel in a circle, nearer and nearer to the beginning. It seems to be one of the kind smoothings and preparings of the way. My heart is touched now, by many remembrances that had long fallen asleep, of my pretty young mother (and I so old), and by many associations of the days when what we call the World was not so real with me, and my faults were not confirmed in me.

Besides the quotes that just rang true to me, I loved the dialogue, especially if it involved Sydney Carton.
Oh, Sydney.
And the overwrought conversation between Mr. Cruncher and Miss Pross at the end is something I could read over and over and laugh every time.
I think the weaker part of the book, and maybe it was intentional, was the uneven amount of characterization for the leads. I didn't feel like I knew much more about Lucy than that she was sweet and kind; I didn't know much about her father except that he had serious PTSD; and Charles Darnay, who everyone's concerned about and whose life is saved not once but twice... I knew the least about that guy. We get the most characterization for Sydney Carton, the guy who despises himself, wastes most of his life and is miserable until his one grand gesture at the end . The people who lived good, decent lives had rather lackluster characterization in comparison, with the exception of dear Mr. Lorry. I did feel like I had a good sense of him.
And there were some dull bits, especially at the beginning. If you're tempted to give up on it early on, I encourage you to wait until the first trial to decide. I was glad I stuck with it.
I thought Dickens did a nice job (Good job, Charles Dickens. I'm sure he would appreciate my pat on the back) of presenting the seeds of the revolution and developing sympathy for the oppressed and then contrasting that with the extremes the revolutionaries went to for vengeance, embodied in Madame DeFarge and her cronies.
Overall, I thought it was a thought-provoking book, and well worth my time. ( )

I like reading classic and A Tale of Two Cities was one of the best classic i have ever read.I liked the classic words,it inspiried me,really.I liked reading Charles Dickens boks and loved everybok from the great writter.I read this in one sitting. I could not put it down

DNF: 38%

Simply couldn't get into it. I like that there's a daughter caring for her estranged father, but otherwise I just don't have an anchor to keep me into the story. I tried, but by page 150 and skimming since around page 75, it's really not worth sticking around for the renowned twist in the second half of the book. ( )