I've been working on it and working on it, but I'm only 106 pages into it.  That's about 1/4 of the way.  Any sane person would just give up and throw it into the "cannot finish" pile, but I simply can't do that.  Maybe it's a byproduct of being an English major in college.  Great life, right?  I got to read novels for my college education.  Oh, but I also had to write essays about everything I read, and when you are in graduate school, you generally have four novels that have to be finished in two weeks.  And I focused on Victorian literature.  Just carrying The Way We Live Now, Bleak House, Middlemarch, and Daniel Deronda to classes at the same time made it unnecessary to even worry about exercise.