Now I am a puny figure to to say this as there is pun intended here (earnestly requesting people here to take it not very seriously). So I will bring in other giants whom I love. Oscar Wilde, Henry James and Virginia Woolf complained of a lack of psychological depth, loose writing, and a vein of saccharine sentimentalism.
I started reading Great Expectations and my expectations were betrayed. :-D I could no go past 50 pages. So... what is wrong with Charles Dickens? Will people better acquainted with Charles Dickens shed some light here? Well developed fierce responses are most welcomed. Please avoid venting frustration here, that is not going to make any point here.