In the early nineties, after seeing a version of Middlemarch on Master Piece Theater, i was eager to buy the novel...however to my dismay, i found i couldn't get past the first page..disappointed, angry with George Eliot, who i mistakenly felt was a show off author..i put the book aside and never opened it til yesterday..having finished Lovers, i felt i needed something of a more substantial example of higher literature, so i again took the book from my book shelf..opened it..began reading..and what to my delight do i find, that not only am i able easily to read it, but i'm intrigued by the plot and find this is a page turner..
This goes to show that everyone grows, whether they realize it or not..in the early nineties i considered myself rather an expert in literature and reading..and as i said i was disappointed in the fact i couldn't make heads or tales out of what Ms Eliot was saying..but now it's like a whole new revelation..yayyyyyyyy for me lol..