A bit on the melodramatic side for me to enjoy completely, but I suppose that's partially a product of the time in which it was written. Aside from that, Indiana was an entertaining read because of the author's distinct presence, occasionally getting a bit tangential with political opinions and the like, but overall very earnest and empathetic. George Sand clearly had an extraordinary understanding of people and their motivations, and I was reminded yet again of the "iceberg principle" as it relates to character: what we see of one another on the outside is only about 15% of what's actually there, sometimes even less. Read this as a character study, if nothing else. Oh, and the surprise ending, which managed to be obvious at the same time as being unexpected, at least for me.