Even better than the first time around. George Eliot is a master at interweaving the threads of so many lives. Like a Pynchon novel, a character thought unimportant resurfaces a hundred pages later with something that affects the Middlemarchers. Unlike a Pynchon novel, Middlemarch features little drinking and absolutely no drugs. (Except for Lydgate's one dose of opium, I suppose, and Raffles..)

A masterpiece. Beautiful writing, beautifully plotted, wonderful characters.


I just finished reading this yet again. It is still a beautiful book with totally engrossing characters and a lovely love story.