I finished the last page of Anna Karenina as we pulled up to the gate at RDU last night. In this second reading I was delighted to find passages that I had forgotten and excited to reread my favorite exchanges again.
The heart of the book, for me, are the two primary relationships running parallel to each other. As one relationship blossoms, the other unravels. What is beautiful about the relationship that blossoms is that it does so because jealousies, hurt, and anger are confessed and forgiven. The other unravels under the pressures of mistrust, manipulation, and selfishness. These relationships aren’t as cut and dry as I portray them to be, as Tolstoy’s characters are too deep for that. But the observation is true nonetheless.
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It was fun to watch you get so sucked in and to watch you plow through it.