Dear Lord, this was the worst of Dickens . A tedium vitae. An absolute ennui. I think this is due to the fact that this was an autobiographical novel about his life, so it reads more like a nonfiction than a fiction. 
 The Good: 
 - The prose. I mean, this man is the master of prose the way Shakespeare is the master of plays. There is no debate there. 
 The Bad: 
 - Everything else. Dear God, especially that nearly 900 PAGES OF NOTHINGNESS . We waste chapters and chapters of David going on trips and dear, there is nothing exciting happen. Now if this story was condensed to 200 pages, perhaps it might have been interesting and at least bore a notable impression, but no, it has to be 900 pages! 
 - There was some great theme to explore there: the overbearing father, the poverty....etc., but 900 pages are just so overdone. How much more do I have to read through lines of description of complete ordinary proceedings? 
 - The characters lack the magic . In A Tale of Two Cities, we have Madame Defarge the crazy revolutionary. In Great Expectations, we have Ms. Havisham who seems to obsessed with time and death. In Oliver Twist, we got the tragic Nancy, and that whole pickpocket storyline. This books has nobody. I mean, sure, there was Mr. Murdstone and his obedient, weak wife, but that's it. They are there 200 pages and they disappear. The rest is just some very boring people. Steerforth is alright, but he doesn't have anything exciting enough to make me keep reading. 
 - All in all, this book was horrid. A complete waste of my time. I think I went into this book looking for the wrong thing. I always look for excitement in my novel, first and foremost, but David Copperfield offers me none of that. So sorry, 2 stars it must be. And I can't even get pass page 400.