The fourty-third book: #43 A Man of Feeling - Henry Mackenzie
I've struggled a bit with sentimental novels before. The issues I had with them were here - I think the difficulty of the language makes it more difficult for me to keep up with narratives that are disjointed at times, it's not suited to sleepy commutes.
Here, however, it was more readable than Tristram Shandy, even if it was more disjointed (thanks to its found documents interpretation), it also didn't rely as much on information that can be more difficult to keep track of. It works well enough and fun enough to play.