Growing up as a bookish, ambitious young woman in England, Rebecca Mead found Middlemarch
life-changing: the vitality of its characters, the wisdom of its prose,
and the evocation of a “provincial life” that echoed one she knew. She
also made a lifelong friend in the remarkable George Eliot, a woman who
triumphed in the Victorian literary establishment, all the while writing
highly unusual fiction – and, not incidentally, living in sin with a
married man.