The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

After my wonderful experience reading David Copperfield, which Dickens wrote in the middle of his career, I've gone back to read Dicken's first novel, The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club.

If the first novel one writes is the poorest in quality, then I've discovered a treasure chest, indeed, in the form of Dickens' novels.  I can't imagine the joy that these books will bring to me in sum.

His jovial, eccentric characters, whimsy and humor, juxtaposed with heart wrenching stories of human trial and suffering, creates a touching genre that I can't describe.  These books are wonderful.

Rarely do I laugh out loud while reading, but these books make the exception.

Pickwick takes several tangents into short stories that are quite separate from the novel itself.  You could almost say that the backdrop of the Pickwick Society and their various shenanigans exist solely to provide a platform for his short stories.  I particularly enjoyed the

I'm going to read all of these novels; maybe everything Dickens ever wrote.  The only questions are how many times, and in which order?