I finally finished Moby Dick during a slow afternoon on my last day of work in 2013. It took me over a year to read it, including a long stretch this spring and summer when I put it down because I had more than enough to read at work and no thank you.
If you haven't read it, I recommend it. It's meditative and funny and human and at times really beautiful. It does live up to its reputation as a slog at times, but it's one of those books you sort of teach yourself to read as you go. I found it much easier going once I was immersed.
I read the whole thing, but I wouldn't judge anyone for skimming some of the slower chapters; if you cut out all the musings on whale anatomy and taxonomy, you'd probably end up with a zippy novella about a chase at sea.
After I finished, I wandered into my coworkers' office to show off the certificate the Power Moby-Dick site awards you after you ace their reading quiz. They were--or at least acted--impressed, and then Sam asked what I was going to read next.
I said I didn't know, what should I read next? Lei-Leen turned to their shared bookshelf and slammed this down on the table in front of me with a decisive FWUNK:
So I guess I know what I'm reading for the rest of the year. I got the Kindle version for the iPad to supplement the hard copy so I can more easily navigate the endnotes. I'll let you know how it is in 2015.