It took me three years to finish the Divine Comedy.
Intellectuals say that Paradiso is for pious theologians, Purgatorio is for brilliant, exacting scholars of Medieval cosmology, but Inferno, Inferno is for filthy casuals. (Though, these are the same people who say Dante should never be translated because he’s just no good in translation and really anyone can learn old Italian with a good dictionary and six months of effort, so, take it with a grain of salt.)
After three years, I can say without a doubt that I am part of group three.
I loved the baroque, horrific imagination Dante displayed in Inferno. Purgatorio and Paradiso were among the most boring books I’ve ever read, and I’ve read the Silmarillion.
I don’t usually recommend stopping part way through a trilogy, but, really, just read Inferno.