The Small House at Allington (by Anthony Trollope) and Election (by Tom Perrotta)

I really don't know why I continue to read Anthony Trollope's novels. There can't be anything more infuriating than his plotting. All of his novels are love stories, and all the love stories are terrrrrrrrrrible and awkward and horrifying in their implications. In this one, Lily Dale is wooed by and then affianced to the dashing man-about-town Adolphus …


