This moving and powerful novel is all about the dire consequences of flighty and initially apparently inconsequential decisions, snow-balling into terrible choices.

I often wonder about the random effects of ‘small’ decisions.  You might decide to delay going out by five minutes to let a passing squall go by, and as a result meet, or not meet, the love of your life, or some other life-changing occurrence.

‘Consequences are unpitying.’

Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 217

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