Sunday rest. A restful day, with relatively cool weather, light rain and a somewhat cold temperature. Today, June 9, I have been at home, working a little, calmly. We are still recovering from an illness that affected us last week, but I already feel better.

Not much has happened in my offline life. Maybe the only thing that comes to mind is that my brother reminded me of some important bills that I must go pay in person. It is better that tomorrow, Monday, I take care of making the payments. Outside of this, there is nothing interesting to tell about my life offline. I prefer to comment on an event today that caught my attention.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the British writer Charles Dickens, which occurred in 1870.

Dickens is considered the best representative of the British novel in the Victorian period. He had a prolific career as a writer, and a good part of his works had the peculiarity that they were published in chapters in newspapers before being compiled in book format.

Well, I say it's peculiar, but it was actually the usual practice for the time, I even remember other writers doing exactly the same thing. I suppose that the case that most comes to mind is that of Jules Verne, who also had his works published as newspaper inserts, and after all the chapters were completed, the writings were gathered together to print them again in #book format.

Let's go back to our author today. The anniversary of his death caught my attention, because a book by this author that I read as a child came to mind. I suppose that many, in different parts of the world, have read one of his numerous books. If not, I still have to think that they have seen plays based on his books, since his presentations number in the hundreds of thousands. And if you haven't seen any, I still have to think that you may have seen a movie that was an adaptation of his books, because many have also been made.

Among the books by this author, I read many references from my friends to the books: Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, A Tale of Two Cities, and Great Expectations. But most people may remember the 'Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas', in which a stingy man must face three Christmas ghosts to deal with their truths and try to change their destiny.

Yes, I think that the Christmas story starring Ebenezer Scrooge can be considered one of his best-known works. I agree to a large extent, because in other works, Dickens's attitude seemed very terrible to his characters. Reading about the misadventures, abuse, and suffering of child characters, and seeing them grow up in a 19th century plagued by poverty, is something that can be depressing. But it was a reality that should be paid attention to, the Industrial Revolution brought great changes, but the lower classes, boys and girls, were the ones who suffered from the worst conditions.

In my case, the book I was referring to at the beginning was another. It was 'Great Expectations', although in the translated version I read it was titled 'Pip's Great Expectations'. At least the translation is not crazy, and the name of the character on the cover sounded similar to one of the nicknames I was called at home. That's why the book caught my attention and I dedicated myself to reading it. It turns out to be one of his greatest, most sophisticated, and most popular novels. Even so, it reaffirmed to me that this author really knew how to make his protagonists suffer.

Anyway, I've already said everything I wanted to share for today. I'm saying goodbye now. Wishing you that you are well and that we can read again another time.