I have just finished an epic reading of Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina (epic, because of the sheer size of the novel at 806 pages, and also because I read it over two and a half months), and largely I have found that I enjoyed it, that I liked it. But I did not love it.
Rating: 3.5 out of 5
Anna Karenina is an incredibly well written book, and Tolstoy engages with the key issues of humanity in a magnificent way. The novel is filled with dialogue on moral, philosophical and social issues, as well as the everyday demands of the character’s lives. And this is where I find issue with the novel. I am a simple reader – I like my stories to consist of well-structured characters who find themselves in situations (whether they be realistic or fantastic) that force them to reassess their own views and actions, to change and adapt in order to survive and to thrive. Anna Karenina is not that kind of book.
Apologies for being AWOL over the last three months or so, real life caught up with me! But hopefully that’s over with… Here are my July short reviews, I should follow up shortly with a review of Anna Karenina (I’ve been reading it since July 24!).
July Short Reviews
Mentioned this month:
- Moment of Truth and Hour of Need by Michael Pryor
- The Free Fellows League by Rebecca Hagan Lee
I’ve been thinking about love. Love the way it is shown in so many of the films and novels that I see and read every year. The kind of love that is all-encompassing, that far surpasses everything else in its breathtaking beauty. The kind of love that it seems every girl or woman dreams of having. Doesn’t she? Whether she is six, twenty-six, fifty-six or any age in between, every one of us seems to have this deep desire for a love that can survive anything. Well, that’s what popular culture tells us, anyway.
I thought that I was somehow immune to this desire. I dismissed this type of passionate love as something that only happens in stories and films and told myself that I was content with what the real world could give me. But over several recent sleepless nights I began to wonder.