Far from the Madding Crowd
by Thomas Hardy
After Jude the Obscure, Hardy has my everlasting devotion as a treasured writer. It is not a condemnation, then, to say that this is the first time since I read Jude some years ago that I have gotten around to reading him again. Rather, it is a testament to a defining experience, and a belief that one book would have been suffice to appreciate Hardy's talent. Few writers have one great book in them, that is to say, and because there are so many books to read, it can sometimes be enough to read the one great book you've discovered from them. Eventually, of course, there are further opportunities without an outright pursuit of them to read such authors again, and here I am, finally having reached such a point with Mr. Hardy.