I just finished Middlemarch, which took about a week longer than I expected since I was traveling, and it turns out that it's hard to read after a 12-hour day walking around in Chicago in the heat.
It's really, really good. There are passages in it that just leave you astonished, they're so good. I always feel that the 19th Century British novelists are a huge gap in my reading. There are so many renowned books of the time, so few of which I've read. But I think now that I've gotten this tome out of the way others will be less intimidating.