fascinatingly dull

I've been reading Richardson's Clarissa. I can't say that nothing happens, because a fair amount has happened in these first 80 pages, but it's all the same: Clarissa writing letters to Miss Howe about how her family is set against her, despite her constant virtue. No idea whether I'll stick with it - I've got about 1000 more pages to go. I'm on vacation until 3 September, so anything could happen!