Our first significant snowfall of the season occurred this past Friday and, as is often the case, exceeded forecasters’ predictions of about 1”-3” in eastern Massachusetts. It was probably in the 6” to 8” range for most of this part of the state and of the heavy, wet variety coating tree limbs, cars and telephone wires. That, of course, led to power outages for some, although I believe, most regained their power in a relatively short period of time. At least I hope they did.

On the other hand, it was a spectacularly beautiful snowfall, and when I went for a walk downtown shortly after the snow had ended at about 4 p.m., I couldn’t help but stop and marvel about every 20 feet or so at the pearl-like luster of the tree limbs and the white-coated outlines of houses and buildings. I may have seen more gorgeous snowfalls, but I certainly could not recall when.

I finally made it into town and went to the book shop, which, fortunately for them – and me – had not lost power. I have not read much of Charles Dickens, and so inquired of John, the shop’s manager of one or two books by Dickens that he would recommend. He’s a prodigious reader and I’ve found his recommendations to be always on the mark. On this occasion, he referenced a few but said I should go with Bleak House, and so I did.

It was only later that I realized the book is close to 1,000 pages and the print is not large. As much as I enjoy reading, I must acknowledge that I am not a fast reader, and know this will take a while.

I’m thinking a few more snowstorms might help me make some progress with this rather hefty tome. I just hope I don’t lose power.