George Eliot. Middlemarch (1874)
This is another reread but a little more defensible since I’ve only read it once before. I think I enjoy it so much because of the constant little gems of insight into human character and thought. In a way she moralizes and editorializes, like so many of her time period, but it feels natural in the text and is so right on that one rather enjoys it than otherwise. You can tell that this novel was originally published in serial/vignette form because of the way she follows the interlocking lives of various characters around the community of Middlemarch. But it does tie together and the ending, of course, is satisfactory.