Slowly plodding through Middlemarch
— feeling ashamed 
This is a classic book, and I generally love the classics. I also love books set in small towns, and in the 19th century. Try as I might, I can't get into Middlemarch.
I was sort of okay with it until Dorothea's marriage, but afterwards the characters changed completely and it seems like I cannot summon enough interest in any of the new ones, especially seeing as the story keeps moving from one to another.
It makes me feel very obtuse, the fact that I can't get into this book. So many people consider it a masterpiece, and I can hardly bring myself to read it.
Sigh.