I just finished The Goldfinch, which I had been reading off and on for about 13 months. I do consider it Dickensian, not least in how I read it, which was in installments. Trying to read the whole 700-something pages at once wouldn't have worked for me, but dipping in every once in a while was pure pleasure. I think it's a very entertaining and enjoyable book. But it's probably most satisfying if you are very interested in art, and you are okay with books that are not portentous or serious. It's not a book full of moral lessons about "the way we live now," rendered in tight, beautiful prose. It's fun and zingy and has plot holes you could run a truck through. Also it's almost 800 pages long, so not for everyone.
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