The Novel That Wouldn't End...
Clarissa by Samuel Richardson. The unabridged version. An eighteenth-century epistolary novel. It was originally published in serial form, and Richardson deliberately padded each installment because the longer he could drag it out, the more money he'd make out of his endless saga!
As I recall, the saintly heroine had NO LUCK. She trusted the wrong guy, so was kidnapped and taken into a brothel where he raped her! Later, returned to her family, she pined away and more or less died of a broken heart. What I remember most is how neurotic Clarissa became towards the end, having a coffin constructed in her bedroom. The book was great fun, all melodrama and purple prose, but so-o-o-o-o long!