It is a frequently and deliberately sentimental story of pursuit and courage in adversity, of malevolent and vile villains and the plucky and downtrodden characterswho oppose them and their evel actions.
Gee, I dunno. I just don't this was Dickens' best outing. A lot of the plot just feels kind of random, and like he just improvised as he went along. It starts out as a road book, but then about halfway through we switch course and never really regain that. Then at the end a few things are tied up with a bittersweet bow that seemed really forced, like a bad episode of Seinfeld.