I finished "The Warden" by Anthony Trollope, published in 1855. It was a small book given to my by my Mother-In-law.
If you give me a book, I HAVE to read it. I HAVE to. Even if I don't want to. I HAVE to. Fatal flaw.
His writing was funny. He had many "asides" aimed at the reader that I found humorous. But the book itself was o.k. I wasn't compelled by the characters. I found our Warden a bit spineless and just "meh." I finished it because it was quick. I read that Mr. Trollope was apparently loved by a lot of people. MAYbe I'll give his follow-up novel to this one (there are 5 in this series) a try.