'Vanity Fair'

Currently I am reading 'Vanity Fair,' by William Makepeace Thackery (well, not currently, cuz I'm doing this just now, but you know what I mean), and greatly enjoying it. I can't do a review yet, cuz I'm only 1/3 of the way through, but let me give you a few reasons why I'm enjoying it so:

'...I am tempted to think that to be despised by her sex is a very great compliment to a woman.'

'...[she] showed her friendship by abusing all her intimate acquaintances to her new confidante (than which there can't be a more touching proof of regard...)'

'If a man has committed wrong in life, I don't know any moralist more anxious to point his errors out to the world than his own relations...'

'"I am very glad to see you Captain Dobbin, sir,"...(whose lanky figure and military appearance caused some excitement likewise to twinkle in the blear eyes of the waiter in the cracked dancing-pumps, and awakened the old lady in black...)'

'...George said to a confidential friend, "she looked like a China doll, which has nothing to do all day but to grin and wag its head. By Jove, Will, it was all I could do to prevent myself from throwing the sofa-cushion at her." He restrained that exhibition of sentiment, however.'