I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
I think I'm going to read this in bits and pieces.
Part of me not reading all that much truly older fiction is me struggling with older sensibilities: the racism and sexism. Part of it is struggling with sometimes stilted writing. I realize it was part of how a lot of writerly things at the time, and I just don't really enjoy it. Which is a shame: I'm loving Bagheera, the illustrations are kinda quaint and old-timey and match the writing perfectly.
Still, I'm putting this aside for now and will come back to it later.