Want to know how it feels to build a cathedral? Read the monumentally huge book The Pillars of the Earth
by Ken Follett. By the time you're done you will feel as if you've spent the better part of your life on it.
The details are marvelous and intricate. Follett obviously did a lot of research in order to construct this mammoth book.
The love story is intriguing and captivating. A little weird too. But that aside, it's the sort of romance that'll sweep up most readers...sweep them up like a broom down a bowling alley lane. It goes on and on, and frankly, it drags, which kinda killed the romance for me after a while.
Seriously, the length of this sucker is unnecessary and exhausting. I think Follett was let off the leash with this one and he ran with it as far as he could. I've read how it was a pet project of his. Apparently he wrote previous books for his publisher on the promise that he would be allowed to create his baby: the behemoth known as The Pillars of the Earth
. That's one fat baby.