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A review by notorious_dave
First Love by Ivan Turgenev
emotional
reflective
sad
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
5.0
Zinaida Alexandrovna Zasyekina will always stay in my heart.
First Love might be a casual love story where anyone would have experienced. Boy meets a girl, falls in love, parts away because of each other’s circumstances. If one wants to read a romance novel like such, I recommend you find some other book.
This isn’t just a simple “boy meets girl” narrative. Turgenev creates a character whom is extremely lovable, Zinaida. She is virtuous, full of energy and blossoming with youth. The way Turgenev illustrates and develops her character is precisely designed, intended to make the readers wonder her true character and feel immense attraction towards her. As Vladimir leads the story, it is not only him who falls in love with her, but also us.
The story of two(or more) leaves a bitter taste. Not one that makes our face fold and create an expression of disgust, but one that is so sweet yet bitter that leaves a tear mark on our face. I would like to end by twisting a quote from Chekhov.
“Zinaida, where are you?”
First Love might be a casual love story where anyone would have experienced. Boy meets a girl, falls in love, parts away because of each other’s circumstances. If one wants to read a romance novel like such, I recommend you find some other book.
This isn’t just a simple “boy meets girl” narrative. Turgenev creates a character whom is extremely lovable, Zinaida. She is virtuous, full of energy and blossoming with youth. The way Turgenev illustrates and develops her character is precisely designed, intended to make the readers wonder her true character and feel immense attraction towards her. As Vladimir leads the story, it is not only him who falls in love with her, but also us.
The story of two(or more) leaves a bitter taste. Not one that makes our face fold and create an expression of disgust, but one that is so sweet yet bitter that leaves a tear mark on our face. I would like to end by twisting a quote from Chekhov.
“Zinaida, where are you?”