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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
so good bc it made me hate the main character start to finish. what an idiot.
"Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural; you wake up and remember them clearly, and are surprised at a strange fact: you remember first of all that reason did not abandon you during the whole course of your dream; you even remember that you acted extremely cleverly and logically for that whole long, long time when you were surrounded by murderers, when they were being clever with you, concealed their intentions, treated you in a friendly way, though they already had their weapons ready and were only waiting for some sort of sign; you remember how cleverly you finally deceived them, hid from them; then you realize that they know your whole deception by heart and merely do not show you that they know where you are hiding; but you are clever and deceive them again—all that you remember clearly. But why at the same time could your reason be reconciled with such obvious absurdities and impossibilities, with which, among other things, your dream was filled? Before your eyes, one of your murderers turned into a woman, and from a woman into a clever, nasty little dwarf—and all that you allowed at once, as an accomplished fact, almost without the least perplexity, and precisely at the moment when, on the other hand, your reason was strained to the utmost, displaying extraordinary force, cleverness, keenness, logic? Why, also, on awakening from your dream and entering fully into reality, do you feel almost every time, and occasionally with an extraordinary force of impressions, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited; your impression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you—all that you can neither comprehend nor recall"
challenging
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
adventurous
challenging
emotional
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
emotional
mysterious
relaxing
sad
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Yes
funny
mysterious
reflective
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
challenging
dark
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
There is a moment where a Dostoevsky Book clicks, maybe it’s the very first page, it might be after you read the whole thing, it might be 100 pages or 450 pages into a 600 page book.
The idiot did that to me on page 450. How? I don’t know. That’s where I’m stuck.
This book paints so many glorious pictures, it ties so many themes down to concrete moments, but what does it build up too? What does it desire from all the different dramas that bar our understanding of the story? Why the time jumps? Why so many new faces?
These where the questions burning indignation within me. Yet, I understood for the moment, the true tragedy: normal people can never survive this world. That’s what happened, to be normal is to be out of the drama. The prince is a sore thumb, his child like innocence is the flame that brings the moths of drama, never the beautiful butterfly that deserves to be cherish.
This book requires a reread
The idiot did that to me on page 450. How? I don’t know. That’s where I’m stuck.
This book paints so many glorious pictures, it ties so many themes down to concrete moments, but what does it build up too? What does it desire from all the different dramas that bar our understanding of the story? Why the time jumps? Why so many new faces?
These where the questions burning indignation within me. Yet, I understood for the moment, the true tragedy: normal people can never survive this world. That’s what happened, to be normal is to be out of the drama. The prince is a sore thumb, his child like innocence is the flame that brings the moths of drama, never the beautiful butterfly that deserves to be cherish.
This book requires a reread
So... How do I, you know, start? I truly loved this book. Aaand I really have no idea what to say right now. The characters were so intriguing and interesting, the plot was almost always great, and that ending... I STILL have no chill since last night when I finished it. Can't wait to read Dostoyevsky's other books! Off to reading Anna Karennnina.