The book was easy going. English writers are way easier than Russian writers. The latter are quite heavy and depressing, however English ones are more delightful and just a little bit mystic (which I like, of course).
The book was long, about 800 page. It was about a man, starting as a boy and his life. I have this idea (and I heard it in the documentary I watched about Dickens), that this book is a lot like his life. His misfortune, while he was a child, when his father was arrested for his dues and he had to work disgusting jobs to pay his bills (while being a child). Well, there was quite a bit of that. And that his wife in real life died young (first one), which also happened on this book. Eventually you have to read it yourself, I am not sure if I can reveal everything here.
I also think that a writer or a painter cannot make an artwork without putting something from themselves. Hence that just could be it about this book, or maybe as some people suggest, it's autobiographical...
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