Yeah, Proust's works are almost meditations. For me it took a concerted effort to get into his rhythm and not tire, but once I did, I found it more rewarding than most of the fiction I've read. There's a deeply personal effect to following him interrogate, for pages and pages, the experience of a fleeting sensation we're usually only subconsciously aware of. I think about this[0] passage a lot.

[0] http://art.arts.usf.edu/content/articlefiles/2330-Excerpt%20...