There's really a lot you can say about this book, a lot of truly deep things too, about human nature and comedy and what constitutes a great story and philosophy and religion and eternal life and modern literature and pratfalls and all of that—you really can go on for quite a while (even if you exclude all the drearily facile takes concerning the power of imagination and just who's the crazy one here.) So I'll attempt to summarize everything I feel by saying this: Don Quixote is the most perfect, most wildly imperfect book I have ever read, and probably ever will. What a great ride. Five stars.