I love Top Ten Tuesday and rarely post for it–but this week’s Book Blogger Hop question didn’t appeal to me, so I thought I’d see what was happening on Tuesday, and it was a pretty good one! Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by That Artsy Reader Girl, with a new topic each Tuesday. This week, it’s the longest books I’ve ever read.
Off the top of my head, very long books that come to mind…
- Les Miserables by Victor Hugo (though I admit I skipped past large portions of the history)
- The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo (a little skimming, much less though)
- The Lord of the Rings Trilogy by J. R. R. Tolkien (which are not actually that long, they were just built up in my head as massive)
- The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens (32 hours on audiobook, I kid you not, and he kind of lost focus about halfway through)
- The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan (I read this 800 page book in a week for a book club meeting that I ended up missing due to a confusion of dates. It was sad. And I never read the rest of the series because I couldn’t figure out why this one took 800 pages!)
- Winston and Clementine: Personal Letters of the Churchills (they were married for…60 years? So that adds up to a lot of letters, even for people who were together most of the time.)
- The Bridei Chronicles by Juliet Marillier (long historical fantasy books, with 100+ page climaxes…they get intense)
- The Mrs. Quent Trilogy by Galen Beckett (fantasy books inspired by Bronte and Austen, delightful but big)
Since I put some series on here, let’s call it good at eight. The only two that seemed longer than they needed to be were The Eye of the World and The Pickwick Papers. All were fairly serious undertakings, but that also makes them some of the most satisfying books I’ve read.
What are the longest books you’ve undertaken?

I’ve heard it said that we all carry more knowledge than was contained in the Library of Alexandria in our pockets all the time—by way of the internet, of course. And there’s more information in any local library than even the most studious scholar would have been able to access a few centuries ago. I’m sure it’s true—but it doesn’t usually feel that way. However—the other day I was poking rather idly through the library’s book sale table, and encountered The World’s Religions by Huston Smith. And now I rather feel as though I bought the collected wisdom of the world for a dollar on a random Tuesday.