The GF is reading Middlemarch and I started reading it too. I last read it when I was quite young, I think around 12 or 13, and I remember really not enjoying it. Of course I was too young, but I remember being irritated by Dorothea’s foolishness early in the book and the horror and grinding misery of the marriage to Mr Casaubon. What I didn’t pick up on at all is how very funny it is, and how beautifully it draws people. Mr Brooke is a particular delight. I am only a little way through, but it’s clear it’s going to be as great a revision of childhood opinions as when I read all the Bronte novels a few years ago, in KL.
But it certainly is long.