Generally, I love classic books. I almost feel apologetic about my review on this one. I think I would have loved this one, but it was a bad time for me to read an 850+ page book that takes a good 200 pages to really start. It started to weigh on me and feel like a chore to get through. That rarely happens to me and I blame the weather. Middle March is elegantly written and Mary Anne Evans is an incredible author. It just a very large cast of characters and too many subplots for me to concentrate on right now. It is a witty work with plenty of insight into women, marriage and the human condition but I just couldn't get into it. Maybe next time.