I was excited to read this - Jane Eyre is my favourite classic and I'd heard good things about Villette. At first I was fully invested in Lucy Snowe but as the book drew on I found myself distracted by the prose and losing the thread of the story. Some passages I had to skim because they were either waffle or completely inaccessible to me. It was a struggle in places and the ambiguous fate of M. Paul left me feeling a little frustrated.