My first encounter with this book was in my father’s library. He has a beautiful hardback edition which was lovely to hold, the pages with rich texture, the illustrations interesting- but the words, oh what a slog. I couldn’t read it. I assumed back then (as a teenager) that I might appreciate it when I’m older. Some years ago now, I acquired a used paperback copy. Gave it another attempt and didn’t get far. A week ago I finally watched an old movie version- super impressive actually, considering it was made in 1959! Certain scenes were so familiar, I realize now that I must have seen this once before. Then I made a third attempt at the book, but it’s hopeless. Another reviewer online said this book is like a “tsunami of words” describing every little last detail, as if the reader wants to know the color of every fabric hanging in every room the main character entered during his whole life. I wholeheartedly agree. It’s not quite as bad as Last of the Mohicans, but pretty darn close. I didn’t get completely lost on every page, I just got rather bored, it was so tiresome. Maybe someday I’ll try it again, with an abridged edition that has all the extra lengthy passages trimmed? but only if I happen upon one by chance, not about to go searching for it. I could tell you the whole story synopsis from the movie, but it’s easy enough to find online. Suffice to say, the chariot race was definitely the most exciting part, the horses were great, probably why they’re featured on most versions of the book jacket I’ve seen! The ending seemed too- simple. Well, I’m satisfied that I know the story now. It is a great one, I can see why this is considered a classic, but I didn’t want to pour so much time into getting through it.