What can I say about a classic like this?

I was tired, I had finished Russian Bride, and I needed a
pleasant, familiar, comforting book, something I could fall into with speed,
something as comfortable and satisfying as a pair of tennis shoes at the end of a day
of hiking in heavy boots.

And darned if I didn’t stay up way past my bedtime to finish it.
(That was the subsequent evening, of course. Pride and Prejudice
is too long to read in a single evening.)