I thought I would like it more. I can understand that it created a sensation when it was first published exactly a hundred years ago. But today and for me, there was nothing new or scandalous. For a half book I was wondering whether it would be really great or only good. I felt it could go one way or the other at the end. 
 I liked a story, an idea very much but I found a narration, the style of writing not for my taste. I can't say what I didn't like precisely. Truth to tell, I feel guilty that I haven't enjoyed it more. I thought Mr. Royall a fascinating character. I liked how Charity grew up, made mistakes and so on. That no character was simply bad or good. Perhaps, Edith Wharton isn't for me. Or, perhaps, I will give her another try in a distant future.