I felt exactly the same way the first time I read "Pride and Prejudice." I kept waiting for something to happen, and the book was over by the time I realized I'd missed the climax. When I reread it ten years later, I thought the characters were great and the dialogue was hilarious, and I was totally pulled into Elizabeth's internal drama.

On the other hand, I still can't stand George Eliot, so I guess you just never know.