A review by minnemathilde
White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky

4.5

I did not expect to genuinely enjoy this. It was my first classic, and I expected something pretentious. What I found instead was a poetic form of writing that was easy enough to understand and yet detailed enough to hit hard- way harder than most YA fiction I’ve read. 
At the ending of Nastenka and the Dreamer’s story, I almost got teary eyed in class. (And I never cry at fiction.)
However, after the white nights, I couldn’t really care about “Bobok” anymore (which was also included in my edition).