A lot happened while I walked leisurely and longly through the pastures of Middlemarch. I wrote this inside the front cover of my copy:
"This book was in my suitcase while I experienced zero gravity above Las Vegas.
It traveled in my backpack to the bottom of the Grand Canyon.
I turned 30 somewhere halfway through it.
Then Rolf and I got two cats together.
I was almost finished reading it when Ryan died."
Middlemarch was such an appropriate book to read while that much life was happening. Virginia Woolf described it as “one of the few English novels written for grown-up people” and this is absolutely a novel for and about adulthood. Eliot’s choice words drill so far down into the core of being a human adult that her passages are timeless.