I love classics for the sole reason that they are classics, something so special about then made them last for so long, and be passed down from generation to generation, unforgotten and leaving mark behind. And this is exactly it.
Silas Marner is a legacy for George Eliot. Yes, it has plot, but for me, what draws me to a book is not the plot, but the promise of a good book.
So let me promise, that if you really approach this book with excitement, you will leave with a full heart of knowledge. Just the imagery, symbolism, and overall discussion of religion caught me. I was fascinated by the way a simple man can lose faith in humanity and in God himself and disappear, only to bound back through a new life.
A lonely weaver named Silas Marner is money rich but family poor. Being money rich his money his robbed by some rich snobs who need it to pay off gambling debts. When he discovers the loss of his "treasure" he becomes depressed and cruel. What brings him back to earth and life is a baby who ends up on his steps. The loving relationship of a father and daughter grows, but in the end the rich snobs come back to play, questioning his daughters roll, and whether you love your blood family or the family that raised you.
A very chilling tale in it's own sense, it kept me up at night just thinking.