Dickens is Dickens and this book is certainly no exception to that rule. Nicholas Nickleby contains everything that you would expect from a Dickens novel – humour, satire, tears, frustration, vivid and imaginative descriptions revealing a sincere, dark and often – or mostly – morbid account of life in London for a young man’s sister and mother. Having recently lost his father, Nicholas’ family is thrown into poverty and Dickens spares no emotion or opportunity to paint their plight in the most sombre of colours. Nicholas himself is forced by his uncle to work in a children’s home on the moors. It shows the incomparable talent of Dickens that here, in this dreadful place, we meet a dirty, filthy, deformed and mentally handicapped boy, slightly older than the rest – yet we learn to pity him and then to love him. The novel – in true rags to riches style – stimulates our sense with cameos of milliners and theatrical producers and carpet manufacturers and such a plethora of fascinating and unpredictable characters that it had to imagine who you are going to meet on the next page! And in true rags to riches style once again, the story has a happy ending. Or does it? Read it and see!