Silas Marner
Reviews

Poor Silas is a loner who tends to have moments of blackouts and just wants to sit at his loom. His one and only friend betrays him, he’s accused of theft and excommunicated. He leaves in the middle of the night to start over. In his new life he acquires much wealth and spends most of his time worshiping his gold. When that is stolen, he is once again at rock bottom until a small little orphan girl wanders in his home and his heart. He learns of life’s true rewards. Audiobook was well narrated excepted when he tried to use different voices with the characters. Some are so muddled you can’t understand what is being said.

Silas Marner is a wholesome story, with a nice and simple plot. The book doesn't have a whole pile of action, but is a good read nonetheless.

reread// still as boring. still don't get the hype.

the yassifacation of senior year english class

All the wholesome feels 🥺💕

*3.5

Poor Silas is a loner who tends to have moments of blackouts and just wants to sit at his loom. His one and only friend betrays him, he’s accused of theft and excommunicated. He leaves in the middle of the night to start over. In his new life he acquires much wealth and spends most of his time worshiping his gold. When that is stolen, he is once again at rock bottom until a small little orphan girl wanders in his home and his heart. He learns of life’s true rewards. Audiobook was well narrated excepted when he tried to use different voices with the characters. Some are so muddled you can’t understand what is being said.

The simplicity of the story is what attracted me most, such a light read it was to brighten my mood, with lovely characters that I learned a lot from. I got attached to certain characters in the village, it is a shame that I had to part and leave them behind. It brought back all those Jane Austen’s novels’ vibes in a charming way. I won’t give the plot out but if you’re a fan of Austen, you should give a try. You’ll definitely love it!
















Highlights

Formerly, his heart had been as a locked casket with its treasure inside; but now the casket was empty, and the lock was broken. Left groping in darkness, with his prop utterly gone, Silas had inevitably a sense, though a dull and half-despairing one, that if any help came to him it must come from without; and there was a slight stirring of expectation at the sight of his fellow-men, a faint consciousness of dependence on their goodwill.