3.75 Middlemarch, by George Eliot, is one of those books that everyone tells you that you *must* read. A classic of English literature, a sweeping Victorian saga, a profound exploration of human nature... the hype is immense. And honestly? It's mostly deserved. Eliot's prose is masterful, weaving intricate tapestries of character and circumstance. The novel delves into the lives of a multitude of inhabitants of the fictional town of Middlemarch, exploring their ambitions, their disappointments...

Welcome to...MIDDLEMARCH MARCH! This book is a calm, cool, and collected 880 pages long, so elle and I will be tackling three chapters a day...every day for this whole month.Join us as we melt our minds. I love a project!DAY 1: CHAPTERS 1-3Immediately, I am having fun. Approximately 30 pages per day for 31 days currently seems like the perfect way to read a book. I am walking on sunshine, I am breathing rainbows or whatever.This is beautifully written and a whole blast. I'm gonna live forever.DA...

I put off reading Middlemarch for literal decades: 900 crammed pages about the well-to-do folk of an ordinary small English country town called Middlemarch. I thought it might be tweedy. Jane Austen for those who wouldn't be caught dead reading *Pride and Prejudice*. But also, I suspected it would be a masterpiece. But a very verbose one. And yes, I was right. It is, and it is. And much of this tangled story is sad – there are two terrible marriages brilliantly described, and there is a great sc...

I'm totally spoiling myself with these literary discoveries! I just devoured George Eliot's *Middlemarch* again, and yeah, it's nearly 1,000 pages long. But it's a truly fantastic story about a small English village where the lives of several locals intersect. From the very first page, you're swept away on a grand adventure!The novel really focuses on a few key couples: Dorothea Brooke and Mr. Casaubon, a seriously dull clergyman; then later, Dorothea and Will Ladislaw, whose story we follow as ...

Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not expect people to be deeply moved by what is not unusual. That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat...

Ah, the slow-burning brilliance. I'm always careful when throwing around the word "genius," but there's just no other way to describe George Eliot's *Middlemarch*. It took me a good 200 pages to really sink into the novel and its elaborate 19th-century language. But before long, I was utterly captivated by its intelligence and wisdom; I simply couldn't put it down. If you are looking for profound book reviews, look no further.Eliot's incredible authorial voice is something to behold. She takes t...

Is George Eliot's *Middlemarch* truly the best book ever written? And why would you even think to question that? Who cares about ranking things anyway? This categorizing, this constant need to rank, feels like a particularly male obsession. When George Eliot introduces Casaubon, a man compelled to categorize everything but who has accomplished absolutely nothing of value, he feels like more than just a character. He’s a warning. She keeps quoting Eve from *Paradise Lost*, who was impressed by a ...

Page 97:Ugh. I'm trying, guys, I really am. But right now I'm about 100 pages into this book, *Middlemarch* by George Eliot, and the thought of getting through the next 700 is making me want to throw myself under a train. And I almost never leave a book unread, so this is serious. However, since it's on The List, I feel I should at least try to give it another chance. But it's not going to be easy.Here, in simplified list form, are the reasons I really, really want to abandon this book: -It's ev...

I'm utterly mortified to admit that *Middlemarch* was initially recommended to me by my stalker. Naturally, I avoided *Middlemarch* like the literal plague after that, because it became inextricably linked with this creepy dude who thought the express lane to my heart was paved with prolonged staring, following me home, and leaving charmingly obscene voicemails. Fast forward a couple of years, and I'm browsing yet another edition of *The Book of Lists*. Imagine my surprise to see that the one bo...

Best. Goddamn. Book. Ever. Seriously, this stuff is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I was 750 pages in, and I was still being surprised. It's 800 pages long and EVERY SINGLE PAGE ADVANCES THE PLOT. You won't believe it until you read it. This is a writer's book. By which I mean, and I say this with love, that if you write, but you don't love *Middlemarch* by George Eliot with everything that's in you, then stop writing. Yesterday. If you're looking for the best books to read, start here!