Yep, still reading War and Peace. Last summer I also read Beatriz Williams' Her Last Flight. And I currently have her latest, Our Woman in Moscow, still in it's mailer in the entryway (along with a lot of other stuff).
Ideally, I should finish W&P first, right? I am on page 403 of 1308. And I looooooooove it.
But honestly, my heart has broken so many times this past year--for reasons political, social, and personal--it's just been hard to concentrate.
And Tolstoy isn't going anywhere. Isn't that wonderful?
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