While I appreciate this novel's historical literary significance, I found I lost steam with the continuous monotony of the ludicrous conduct. Like being stuck in a revolving door. Maybe it was the translation I read. By the time I got to part 2, which in fairness is really a sequel as it was written 10 years after the first part, the story had lost its charm. And mostly, I ended up feeling bad for Don Quixote because everyone wants to have a go at having fun at his expense. And then he just dies at the end hating himself for all his adventures. It was a bit of a slog to finish the book, but finish I have (even though I did some skimming).