The perfect book to reread over the last couple of weeks, in some ways the most perfectly organized and executed of Dickens with virtually nothing that is superfluous (not that I would edit anything out of his other novels, except maybe Martin Chuzzlewit's trip to the United States). Also the most atypical in the lack of a heroic hero or a positive resolution. But, like all Dickens, even the minor characters have more life in them than the major characters in most other novelists (witness Trabb's boy) and the range is extraordinary, from village to town and city, from low to high society, from comedy to drama to melodrama and a tiny bit of romance.