Little Dorrit is the nickname of Miss Amy Dorrit, the daughter of a prisoner of the Marshalsea Debt Prison. Ironically, Little Dorrit is only in about fifty percent of the novel. The other half involve assassins, psychic visions, and societal intrigue. Little Dorrit is the heart of the story, and I wish she was the central character in it. She is one of the few characters who actively evolve and remain pure-hearted despite the poverty her family faces. And all of that is good and well. However, I have to say that this book is entirely redeemed by the final one-hundred pages. The first part of the book has a good pace, and a lot of Little Dorrit in it, but most of the second half drags from a slow pace and grows unfocused as Dickens tries to pull in the large cast of characters. And while his characters are all well-rounded, distinguished people there are a few too many of them thrown together to keep straight at all times. A few of the characters have such seedy, or just generally involved, backstories that when the narrative switched to a different set of people, it was hard to keep up. Nevertheless the ending made the book worth the read. Things don't tie together magically, which is a relief, as much as intersect in surprising, chilling ways. There. That's vague enough to be non-spoilery.