"Some of it’s fascinating, and it’s marvelously acted, but there’s something about those 19th century novels that just wears on the heart like a dull stone pressing against a ventricle. The courtship rituals are tiresome and boring. All these protestations and fluttery words and fevered attempts to hold someone’s right pinky-finger. The conversations between anyone of the same class seem to take as their motto that one word shall not suffice when 75 may do, and the general effect is like being smothered with fresh bread."
- James Lileks, reading (or listening to an audio version of) The Mystery of Edwin Drood
I completely agree with this, which is why I also stay away from the Brontë sisters, and so many others from that era.
On the other hand, I have no trouble with Shakespeare. Go figure.