I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that, as we've reached the halfway point of Davy's story, I predict I'm going to prefer Bleak House.
Because, dayum, it is taking FOREVER for anything of any note to happen. Finally, finally, we have Steerforth spiriting Little Em'ly away, something that's been easy to see coming for a very long time. But the last chapter of this section itself, where we finally learned of this event, dragged on and on. I guess it's a good thing Mr. Barkis kicked the bucket, or Davy would have missed the entire event.
I don't know. My enjoyment is wavering. I've got enough time invested in the book to want to see how it all plays out (I honestly don't know), but my patience is wearing thin. This could be because I'm in the middle of two other books that are much livelier. Whatever. This section pretty much left me yawning. Oh, Mr. Micawber is making big financial mistakes again? Yawn. Miss Dartle is the weirdest conversationalist ever? Snore.
I didn't even mark any particular passages that tickled me. So--is it just me, or are you feeling less than enthralled?
And Dickens thought of this as his best book. I guess, unless something drastically happens in the second section, I would have to attribute that to a fondness on his part for remembering his past.