If you’re following the discussion of “favorite Dickens books,” currently there is no clear winner. By my count we have a five-way tie between Barnaby Rudge, Bleak House, David Copperfield, The Pickwick Papers, and Tale of Two Cities. (I am subtracting any negative votes from the total number of positive votes, if anyone is confused as to the methodology here. Well, and I also gave Chesterton a vote, because it seemed only proper.)
There’s more consensus on everybody’s unfavorite book: nobody has anything good to say about the apparently irredeemable Martin Chuzzlewit. Unless, of course, you do, in which case you should go voice your opinion.