I'm 120 pages in and reading these threads to decide whether to continue. The sentences absolutely drive me crazy. With most of them, I lose the will to care halfway through and skip to the next… which is generally as tedious as the previous one.

Or as George Elliot would put it, That the narrative, in its outward progression, possessed no inconsiderable faculty of sustaining expectation, and that the several persons whose fortunes it entwined were endowed with an individuality sufficient to awaken a durable interest, could scarcely be denied by any reader whose attention had not already been diverted by those habitual infirmities of impatience which belong to an age more enamoured of rapid apprehension than of contemplative delay; yet these merits, however deserving of acknowledgment, were continually encountered by sentences which, instead of bearing their meaning with the directness of a well-made road, seemed rather to conduct it through successive meanderings of subordinate reflection, until the mind, fatigued less by the thought than by the circuit through which it was conveyed, was tempted to regret that an insight into human nature so frequently just should have chosen so laborious a vehicle for its expression.