As the curtain draws closed on this season of my life (the season of reading/listening to Middlemarch), I'm only left with a vague sensation of being changed in any manner. I didn't learn anything profound from the book. I didn't like anyone (out of a cast of dozens) but Mary Garth. Eliot used entire chapters to explain something that should take a person two sentences. That alone keeps me from falling down and calling this the best book ever.
Maybe in a few weeks something will strike me and I'll come back and change this review. For now I think it was a decent but humorless story that I just barely enjoyed. There are a few wonderful moments of insight. The historical value of it is clear. That's about it.