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"Notre-Dame de Paris" by Hugo. I've finished two out of eleven parts, and I'll slowly continue reading.
The author has a unique writing style. I understand that he wrote it in defense of the ancient building, which was once considered for demolition, but some chapters are more suitable for a treatise on architecture than for a work of fiction. The descriptions of events, on the other hand, are very appealing; the author seems to be having a dialogue with the reader, skillfully drawing attention to the necessary moments.
I wouldn't recommend finishing it either. Because no one advised me to abandon it, and as a result, I'm psychologically traumatized for life (((((
I also read this epic work yesterday. When I saw that Vitka was starting his reflections on the magnificence of Paris and other nonsense, I skipped a few pages. Perhaps that's why I managed to keep my sanity intact, unlike Ment. So, the book was read normally; it really has a very interesting style, and it somehow reminded me of Cervantes. Overall, it's a decent work, although the only character who evoked even a small amount of sympathy and understanding in me was Claude Frollo, even though he's supposedly an anti-hero and not a very good guy. But he's also not quite right and, in general, a European. The book is about wild Europeans who are all drooling over a gypsy girl, who, unexpectedly, is also European. And I really didn't like the scene with the mother and daughter. It's frankly unnecessary in this already overloaded work.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers