Anna Karenina… When I realized Tolstoy decided to kill the protagonist in the middle of the story I just closed the book and never looked back. However, it still haunts me from the shelve, staring at me. Every time I pass by it, I feel like it’s saying, in a very reproachful tone: “When are you going to finish reading me?”.
It seems I don’t like Tolstoy. War and Peace is also in that same limbo but it doesn’t bother me at all. However, I read “The Slavery of Our Times” and it was a very satisfying journey. Anna Karenina will stay, indefinitely in the respectable place of a DNF book.


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