He Knew He Was Right by Anthony Trollope proved to be a fine summer novel. Like most of Trollope, it is long.  So 20-30 pages a day means it takes a month to finish. But the reading is quite rewarding. Keen insights into the situation of a certain class of women, who have occupied the popular imaginary for more than a century: the constrained, corseted, almost imprisoned Victorian young women, whose entire social identity depends on the men in their social orbit. Trollope here concentrates almost entirely on the women’s point of view. Gripping!