slogging through Lew Wallace's Ben Hur, I finally gave up on my attempt to finish reading the novel. I switched to The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes, finished that and began reading Twain's A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.
I vaguely remember reading the Twain novel fifty years ago, but I can now remember very little of what I read.
I picked Twain because of a blog post by my friend Dom, who mentioned the novel in his critique of The Man Who Came Early which is considered the antithesis of Twain's book. I'll move on to that work when I'm finished with Twain.