Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens is arguably one of the very best fiction books I’ve read in my entire life. I would unhesitatingly recommend this book to anyone. It was captivating, engaging, and at times humorous, and at other times sad; with romance, mystery, and intrigue. Dickens’ plotting is amazing, his characters intriguing, and his descriptions solidly place you in the midst of London in the Victorian Age in all social classes. The message and moral tone of this novel is so incredibly applicable to today’s economic and social conditions.
Little Dorrit is exceedingly long and, at times, annoyingly didactic in its social commentary of 19th-century British commerce. Nevertheless, its landscape is crowded with intriguing characters who elevate this novel to among Dickens’s masterpieces. They include the vain and manipulative William Dorrit, the garrulous and kind-hearted Flora Finching, the devoted and emotionally-wounded John Chivery, and most fascinating, the hate-filled and self-destructive Miss Wade. And as for Amy Dorrit, I admit that for several hundred pages her selfless goodness put me off, but I also admit that by the end of the story I fell thoroughly in love with her. That is the power of Dickens’s literary gift in portraying his characters, whose reactions to circumstances are always at counterpoint with each other and thus illustrate the vast tapestry of human emotions.