The Wings of the Dove by Henry JamesMiramax Books, 1997 (originally The Bodley Head, 1902)

James’s sentences are often exquisite: sentences as long as paragraphs, sentences full of commas, phrases nested like Russian dolls. His style forces me to slow down, to re-read passages, and I appreciate his pacing, his rhythm. Even the long slow middle of the book, a period of waiting for Kate and Merton and Milly, and for the reader too, has its charms.