George Eliot’s Middlemarch doesn’t have dramatic duels or epic betrayals. Instead, it gives us the slow burn of real life—marriages that don’t work out, ambitions that quietly die, small compromises that change everything. Reading it in midlife feels different. You realize the novel isn’t about “heroes” at all—it’s about us. The choices that seem small but shape decades. The hopes that turn into burdens. The quiet dignity of people who never become great, but still matter. Maybe that’s why it’s timeless: because it’s painfully ordinary. #Entertainment #Books #ClassicLiterature