If I'm honest, I don't have a lot of thoughts ("Tell us something we don't know!" I hear you cry, and to that I say, DON'T MAKE OBVIOUS JOKES) about The Woman in White or Wilkie Collins. I used to have thoughts about The Woman in White, but they mostly revolved around wondering whether it, or The Woman in Black was the scary play that Frances mentioned sometimes, and which I mentioned more because I'd forgotten again whether that scary woman wore white or black. But one time I did figure it out once and for all (The Woman in Black is the scary one. The Woman in White is... something else, anyway) I promptly forgot about both things.
BUT THEN! Alice announced her Readalong of The Woman in White, and after quickly checking that it was the one sans ghosts, and figuring out there was a Penguin Clothbound edition of it, I signed up and all was good with the world. Also I signed up because, hello! Did I mention that Alice was hosting this readalong, and quite frankly, that is not a thing to be missed! (In a non-related thing, I'm sure you can still join up to readalong with us, just click on the Woman in White readalong tab thingy on my sidebar thing). So. I have a beautiful copy of the book, and I'm going to read it throughout April, I just know nothing about it. Which is sometimes the best way to go with books and is almost definitely the best way to go with mystery books (which I believe this is..?) so yeah. I'm sure it'll be good, and even if it isn't we can make fun of it and RUIN THE LIFE of the one person who thinks it's beautiful and amazing (not that that has ever happened. Much.)
There are two things I know about Wilkie Collins though. One is that I have also sort of committed myself to reading Armadale this year for the back to the classics challenge, so if The Woman in White sucks then I'm screwed, and the other is, well, just look at him:
See anything ENORMOUS that you want to talk about?! I realise that I'm in no way original in talking about his forehead since Alice has already mentioned it, but BLOODY HELL! That's ridiculous. It's like bigger than the rest of his face! I can but sincerely hope that he didn't have children, because that's some cruel genes to pass on.
So. I've insulted his face and complained about potentially not liking his books. Let's get this party started!