A rollicking Bildungsroman and road trip novel with a lot of digressions and asides. It takes 800 pages for everyone to show their true colors. The writing is a bit dense at times. Was really interested in the character of Aunt Western who, through a conversation with Sophia, reveals that she has remained single by choice (despite a number of proposals), and clearly enjoys herself unencumbered by a husband, which was a surprising two pages.

Tom Jones foi abandonado  pela mãe quando ainda bebê,e foi criado por um bondoso fidalgo, o senhor Allworthy. Quando jovem , Jones revelou ser um rapaz bondoso, belo e admirado pelas mulheres. Por isso foi  muito invejado e foi vítima de várias tramas para o derrubar. Apesar de ser mulherengo e de ser cortejado por várias mulheres , tom Jones amou só uma : Sofia , a qual ele lutará com unhas e dentes para vencer a todos os empecilhos e  então conseguir ficar com ela.

Absolutely wonderful - at times hilarious, at times moving, and way more bawdy than one might expect of literature from this time period. It's long, but it's well worth the read. Those unfamiliar with English/British history of the time period would probably benefit from an annotated edition.

I might just have stockholm syndrome, but I didn't expect to be anywhere near as attached to these characters as I am now. This was a delightful read, written in a way that's so clever and so playful. At first, I thought Sophia was crafted in the tired, idealised mold of the prototypical Georgian female—a tame and passive character archetype that typically bores me to death, but I quickly discovered that wasn’t the case. Her scintillating vivacity, impulse towards generosity and kindness, and fierce determination to marry for love captured my heart. The romance between her and Tom is quiet, tender and patient; it’s disorderly, yet still strong, and I fell absolutely in love with the both of them. There’s so much to add, but I will say that Tom Jones and Sophia Western might just be one of my favourite fictional couples ever.

It all becomes more impressive yet when you consider just how early on this was written. I mean, 1749, people. I love history, and this was like being a fly on the wall from centuries past—it's replete with historical detail of a depth and atmosphere too rarely found in fiction. Austen alludes to the debauched lives of Wickham and Willoughby, but Fielding dives right into this Georgian underworld; in which a slice of eighteenth-century England has been perfectly preserved, in all its chaotic splendour.

The story is superb, and I could never do it justice here. It’s full of endearing wit and quirky, memorable characters I just couldn't get enough of. Somebody get me a man written by Henry Fielding! However, this is a strong contender for the most difficult book I've ever read. The sheer page count is exhausting, and the prose, though well-crafted, can be very dense and inaccessible at times. The modern novel is just too early in its progression for this to flow nicely. Tom Jones clocks in at nearly 900 pages, but frankly, it would’ve worked so much better as a novel of five or six-hundred-pages. It's immersive, entertaining, and in many ways quite sly, but at the same time it can be rambly, overwritten, and terribly bloated. The historical context is fascinating, sure, but sometimes I just wanted Fielding to shut up and tell the story.

I am sorry. This book almost took my soul with it. I have been trying to get through this book for ages and it just did not get better. I had friends telling me to give up on this one ages ago, but I hate to fail. Finally, it is over.

I DID IT! There were times when reading this that I didn't think I'd make it but I'm so glad I did. This book had some amazing parts. It had humour, adventure, mystery and romance yet it was painfully let down by all the rambling that the narrator did. I'd only recommend this to people who are particularly interested in the 18th century because other than that I don't think this has much going for it,

Oft-hilarious but neverending plot; unquenchable narrator. A little too unquenchable, IMHO. Just remembering this novel (and I read it nearly a year ago) drains my head of words. Fielding's ego must have been truly elephantine to write Tom Jones in its existing, exhausting incarnation. I can sum it up, luckily, in five words: Incredible Classic, Too Fucking Long.