Silas Marner

This book was beautiful at times, but dragged through mud during the others. It dragged along because of the way the characters spoke in dialogue. It dragged along because George Eliot enjoys delving into philosophical discussions here and there, which are sometimes hard to grasp firmly, like wisps of smoke, even if you slow down to a stop. But when you do grasp them, even partly, they tend to be quite insightful of the human experience. George Eliot writes exquisite descriptions, especially when painting a portrait of a character. There are also some themes lurking around somewhere in the book.