A few weeks ago I stayed up late reading this on Saturday night (thankfully I took a nap before) and honestly, reading this book felt as if I was eating a delectable hot fudge sundae (lactose-free of course, since I’m lactose-intolerant.) It’s one of those books you have to eat in small bites just as you savor the delectable hot fudge sundae. It is juicy with love affairs, gossip, religion, philosophy that you won’t want to read it quickly at all.
In particular, I really loved the edition I read (it’s the Penguin Classics one translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky.) I understand that there’s a saying Don’t judge a book by its cover, but this time this cover enraptured me. It shows a young woman holding a small bouquet of purple flowers, I think they are lilacs, between her knees. I don’t know why I love that cover so much, but I guess because it has this sensual energy about it. It made me feel like, Oh yeah baby I’m reading the 19th century 50 Shades of Grey (disclaimer: I haven’t read one 50 Shades of Grey book. I’m behind the times lol) this is bad look at me I’m so bad haha. I also got this edition because several years ago I was reading Oprah’s Book Club list and this was one of the books on her list.
I was really craving more of Leo Tolstoy’s writing after reading his tome War and Peace. I bought a copy of the Signet Classics version back in my senior year of high school, but I never read it or picked it up, so it pretty much just collected a boatload of dust bunnies, unloved and unread. But during quarantine, I decided it would be the best time to read any large books (or really any books of any length) I had sitting on my shelf that I had not read yet. After reading and falling in love with War and Peace I wanted to read more writing by him, so I bought Anna Karenina. I tend to read multiple books at once, but Anna Karenina was so spellbinding that it was the only book I read for a while. The particular translation I read was excellent, just the style of writing was powerful.
I don’t really know what else to say because this book was so good and there was so much juiciness about it that I’m still trying to digest it. I’m sure I’ll come up with more ideas about it at a later time, but the writing was absolutely amazing and I really loved this book. The ending is pretty sad, but I’m not going to spoil it in case anyone hasn’t read it yet.
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. Translated by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky. 864 pp.
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