I never wish to be easily defined. I'd rather float over other people's mind as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. Franz Kafka
"Remarkable Creatures", by Tracy Chevalier. So not really Victorian, but definitely 19th century. A fascinating glimpse at the hobby--and passion--of fossil hunting, and how it dictated and defined the lives of two women who refused to fit the mold.