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on 6 May 2015
This is one of very few English classics, and the only novel I have read describing lives of poverty, that I haven't liked.
Although I felt pity for most of the characters, the book failed to make me like any of them, or even to care much about them.
The details of life in a mining family, while no doubt autobiographically accurate, were (for me) pedantic, dull and not even written in good quality prose.
If you want to read about the working class of a few generations ago I recommend How Green Was My Valley, No Mean City, and The Road to Nab End. They are insightful, shocking, and interesting to read.