This book was 819 pages. Could have been 600, if that.
Never have I read a book that made me so angry. So I guess it was a good book.
I pretty much hated everyone.
This story would have been a lot different if Zoloft was readily available back then.
I have reached my capacity of hearing the word “magnanimous/magnanimity” in my lifetime.
The book's called Anna Karenina. Not Levin. Get rid of Part 8. Or cut it down by 20 pages.
I couldn't wait for Anna to die. Was let down that other characters didn't die as well.
It seemed like the majority of characters were always blushing. Even the men. I'd say that was gay but that's not PC. Oh screw it, it was gay.
The characters were always pitying each other. That shit got old really fast.
Don't tell me in the introduction that Anna's going to kill herself. Not everyone knows the story.
I can't wait to see a film version of this. Will be interesting to hear the dialogue spoken without the venom I was reading it with. Although I really don't see Keira Knightly as Anna. Too damn skinny.
I felt no compassion for Anna at any point in the book. Woman, YOU had the affair. Yeah, Vronsky pursued you but you could have said No! Of course people are going to look down at you.
Reading about rich people (high society folk) makes me sick.
I'm glad I wasn't around during this time. Really glad I wasn't a woman during this time.
I hate that I identified with Anna in some ways. That kind of disturbs me.
That's all I have... now on to Madame Bovary.