“Don Quixote” is not a book to “sit down to”–as men phrase it, and so phrasing convert bright prospect into threat of doleful task–but a book to set out upon. Let reading of it be as a pleasure-journey–interrupted, indeterminate, delayed, full of loiterings and surprises. Delight in it, as in the journey, is a leisurely matter. It is not to be hurdled through; it is a wandering through the land–cities and inns, the wayside and the square; duels, fantasies, woeful obsessions, and antics to make men weep; then forlorn homecomings, a clearing of the vision, and a lying down for the long sleep.

…from Much Loved Books: Best Sellers of the Ages, by James O’Donnell Bennett